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Jute

The goddess of Deception, Greed, Malice, Snakes, Battle, and Foresight

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a character in “The Pantheon: Post Cataclysm”, as played by Midnightclub

Description

God Name: Jute

Titles: The Deceiver, Mistress of Hate, Lord of All, The Leech, Queen of The Gods

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Evil

God Appearance: Jute, being the Lord of Lies and Deception, tends to take many different forms. She prefers the forms of children and young women because they can seem so innocent and she uses their charm to take advantage of other immortals. After becoming obsessed with snakes during the Cataclysm she chose a young woman as her preferred form.

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In her true form Jute is truly a sight to behold. She stands on cloven hooves, garbed only in golden and platinum jewelry. A single horn sprouts from the top of her completely bare head. She has long, tapered ears and extremely beautiful features. Her skin has a purplish sheen to it and a long spiked tail curls itself over her shoulder. Snake tattoos spiral around her arms and down her back through her tail and she two very sharp and long fangs dripping with poison. She typically has Black wings with spiked ridges.Especially vain, she often adorns herself with a crown to show that she intends to rule all. This is Jute's most powerful form. The one she intends to take when she finally takes over the world.
Jute has split herself into 4 different forms. She maintains all of these at once by splitting her domains and consciousness into four separate but connected entities powered by her own divinity and that stolen from the slain Ulmo, Korterra, and Kalimdor.


1. Crysalis The Wielder of The Emerald Blade. In this form she takes her preferred form and adds an emerald colored blade shaped like a Falchion. This sword was originally Genocide’s blade in the War March. Of course, it was always Jute in disguise. Any god with as many enemies as Jute has, needs to have escape routes open. The sword wielder takes a passive aggressive stance when it comes to interactions with gods. Typically it tries to passively make them more aggressive. It spreads malice in the hopes that it can incite battle between other gods. It is also the only part of her that is actively involved within the daily activities of mortals. Crysalis controls both Malice and Conflict, her sword looks like this:

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2. The Crystal Heart. Jute’s cold, diamond heart is the embodiment of greed. It can break mortals’ will with a simple mental tug and it gradually wheedles away at other immortals. Just like the sword, this item is actually part of Jute and seeks to incite battle and remove obstacles out of Jute’s way. The Crystal is with Nylia and is actively using her as one of Jute's lieutenants.

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3. Laska. The embodiment of deception, Laska is a small, unassuming goddess with white feathery wings and a constant expression of innocence. She pretends to hold claim over the portfolios of Innocence, Purity, and Peace. Laska is Jute’s spy among the gods of good. She is generally shy, quiet, and cute. Even those with the power to see through to the very heart of other gods could only see the façade that Laska portrays. No god can pierce this deception, for Jute has put all that she has into it. Laska is an active sleeper agent and has successfully infiltrated into the circle of good gods.

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4. The Serpent. Shifting constantly between all of the different kinds of snakes, this creature is hard to pin down. The Serpent is the embodiment of Jute’s will. With control over all snakes it may seem as if this is the weakest of all Jute’s different forms. However, this is also one of her most cunning, deceptive, malicious, and greedy. She gained this power and portfolio after mixing the stolen portfolios of fear and the sea from Ulmo and Korterra. When all else fails, the serpent will succeed. The serpent is hidden with Othuma and actively using him as one of Jute's lieutenants.

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God’s Domain: She rules over snakes, those with malice or greed in their hearts, and all liars. She is the starter and lover of conflicts.

God's territory: She believes that the entirety of the three realms belongs to her. She is still trying to figure out how to take control of Paradise.

Portfolios Governed: Deception, Malice, Greed, Snakes, Battle, and Foresight

Symbol(s): A black serpent wearing a golden crown with crossed swords behind it. A ruby rod.

Personality: Jute craves power. She wants to take everything for herself. She loves to lie and she loves to hurt and destroy. She hates anything and anyone that is not herself. Jute is conniving and mischievous.

Opinion of mortals: She despises the creations of others but longs to control them. Any mortal that follows her or she seems to show favor towards are simply tools for her. She loves to hear the screams of mortals when she tortures them.

Opinion of other immortals: She hates them with all of her being. She wants nothing more than to trample them all beneath her hooves and make them all grovel and beg before her. She plans to one day be ruler of them all.

So begins...

Jute's Story

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Tamasca heard a voice from behind her and stopped in her tracks to glance over her shoulder. Who she saw left her immobile for a moment. Lord Mathias is here, and wanting to speak with me? Could it be possible that...? It was then she realized what Mathais wished to speak about, the unnusual activity in Paradise.

"Lord Mathias, I... I used a goblet to bring people back to life for one purpose: the destruction of God items that are in mortal possession. Such items are too powerful to be used in any nation's wars. The goblet is gone, now. Destroyed with all the other items. Well, almost all the others. The last known items, which we cannot destroy ourselves, are hidden in an area within this realm, so that mortal nations cannot reach them. They are knives made from the teeth of Nightling. We used those knives to destroy the other God items that would otherwise have had he usage of their power abused. We cannot allow the nations of the Middle Realm to risk its very destruction by usage of weapons and tools meant only for the Gods and Goddesses. I am the only Security Force Agent with knowledge on the place I hid the knives at, since I am immortal, like you. Immortality is a trait all Exorcim have."

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Adarani could feel the intensity from the Sacrirans as they used protection magic and healing magic to fend off the numerous rats coming their way. The rodents were nothing but pests, though she knew that if this epidemic were to continue for too long, it could kill off countless civilians unprepared for them. Judging from her link with Sacriran explorers and adventurers across the Middle Realm, it would seem rats from nearly every location started to attack people.

What happened to provoke them? Why was it happening? Regardless, whoever or whatever is involved, the event could be an act of war. That, she would not allow. The time has come, Intervim. Your all-time stealth days are over. Get ready.

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#, as written by Drogyn
"I need a hobby." Sairis said a bit slowly as he watched the clouds passing overhead. His thoughts moving very sluggishly as he relaxed in the shade of a tree, his hands behind his head. Ever since his encounter with Othuma, "I like to call him little bear." Of course. He had been wandering, and through amazing luck, All-Father knows if good or bad, he ran into absolutely nothing over the course of his travelling. "I did pick up a bad habit of having narrator-like thoughts though, don't forget about that. And on that note, I've been alone for far too long."

Suddenly standing up, he resumed his trek up the large hill whose base he had stopped at. Eventually as he neared the crest of the hill, he stopped as a peculiar scent reached his notice. The air, it smelled like something was burning, it smelled like fire. Dashing the rest of the way up the hill, he stopped at the top, his eyes widening in disbelief. An enormous column of smoke was rising in the distance, and carried on the wind to him, was not only the smell from before, but screams. Screams of pure agony. Running straight into the shadow of a nearby tree, he slid through the shadow into the Shadow Realm. Searching through the darkness, he immediately found the source of the smoke, and pulled himself through into the Middle Realm once more.

Destruction, that was that could be seen. Destruction, and death. A whole town, a whole way of life, razed to ground, with bodies, and what was left of bodies, littering the ground in all directions, so much blood flowing that the ground was muddy with it. Sairis ran through the ruins, looking for survivors, or for the culprits.

"Help." Sairis ground to a halt, his feet slipping on the bloody ground. Turning to the side, he saw a small pile of rubble, with a grasping hand reaching out of it. Hurrying over, he pushed the rubble aside, sending it flying. Kneeling next to figure, his first thought was that he didn't recognize what race it was, his second, that it was going to die no matter what he did.

"Help me, please." it's voice was so weak that it almost couldn't be heard, but the words still struck deep. Sairis hesitated for but a moment.

"Very well." he reached out a head and gently laid it upon the head of the creature. "I will help in the only way I can." a twitch of his power, and the creature lay still, reliving the happiest moments of it's life. The best mercy that Sairis could bestow upon it. Rising to his feet, his jaw clenched as he pulled his sword free of the sheath on his back. Running along the town once more, he turned a corner and had to suddenly stop again, as he had so soon found another creature, but this one had the aura of a god and looked nothing like the other creature he had seen. It turned around, apparently hearing his approach.

“Well, hello. I wasn’t expecting you here, Sairis.” it grinned when his brow furrowed in confusion. Only two beings should know his name. “Oh yes I know you. You have been a constant thorn in my side, and I am happy to see you here. Hopefully I’ll get a two for one.” it grinned and flipped it's sword in her hand. It was then he realized that this god in front of him was responsible for the destruction of this town. Rage filling his thoughts, his mind went blank as he charged straight at the god in front of him, pure fury drowning out any thought in his head as he wildly swung his sword at the one in front of him.

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Othuma


Othuma looked at the Snake God as he hanged on his every word. Could he reveal this strange, euphoria he received from the recent battle? Why was this such a constant topic upon the God of Death's brain?! Was it because he caused death? Or is it something else entirely? Much anticipation was hanging on the line in Sithis's next reply. The Snake God casually lifted it's head towards Othuma and with a playful flick of his forked-tongue he spoke.

"Why my friend, itssss only natural to feel thissss way." He coolly spoke. "I underssstand much changesss are going on within you but do not fear it." "It's there to sssserve you." Sithis nodded.

"Only...there...to serve?" Othuma cautiously spoke as he looked down at his palm. Then Sithis coyly slid up his arm and wrapped himself, bracingly on his shoulders. He then whispered into his ear.

"Yessss of course." "These feelingssss are here to sssserve you." "It issss in your nature to feel thisss and doesn't it feel right?" Sithis asked.

"Well now that you mentioned it....it did feel as you said, natural." Othuma looked towards him with speculative eyes.

"Yesss Othuma, it issss your natural impresssssion on life." "You are an integral part of life, you were only doing what you are meant to do." Sithis soothingly spoke. "It isss good to act on your nature, if you were at conflict of that, then you would feel nothing but misssery." "You don't want misssery do you?" Sithis asked.

"Why no, I don't want that." Othuma then paused, "So your telling me it is fine to feel this way because it's natural and that makes it alright?" Othuma asked.

"Exactly!" Sithis proclaimed. "You've done nothing wrong Othuma, in fact you are meant to do thisss." "Asss I sssaid before, you have great power within you...you are jussst expressssing that power." "Assss a God you are allowed to expressss thissss power anytime and anyway you want." "Remember?" Sithis spoke.

"Yes, as Gods we are higher beings and we are allowed to do whatever we want, because it's natural and therefor right." Othuma spoke summarizing all of Sithis's teachings.

"Correct Othuma, there issss no need to mind what you have done, becausssse what you did wassss right, and you can continue to do that whenever you pleasssse." Sithis seductively spoke.

"Because I will always be in the right for I am a God." Othuma concluded.

"Yessss." Sithis quickly replied. Sheesh, that took longer than expected but it seems I am finally driving the point into his mind. Sithis thought.

"Thank you once again my friend for clearing my mind of woes." He spoke with a small smile.

"I'm glad to be of assssisssstance." Sithis replied. Good, good everything is falling into place. Sithis thought as he held back a wicked grin.

Othuma felt at ease with himself. So whenever he does kill something, he is just acting upon the nature of his portfolio and therefor can do no wrong. It's good to have this reassurance, as Sithis keeps telling him, a god can do anything, anything they like. After having this talk a new feeling was coming over him, yet it's base was from the killing of the Werebear. This time however it was regret or sorrow, but longing. He feels a sudden urge to cause the euphoria of death. This must be his natural impressions speaking to him. He is The God of Death and it is his part to cause death, because it is his nature as a god to do whatever he wants, therefor making it alright.

Despite the compelling urge to cause death, he was standing with a guests. It would be rude to leave them be...or is it? A God can do whatever they want! If he wants to cause death, there's nothing stopping him from doing it. Well...one thing was, his memory traced back to The Shadow God. His words have returned to haunt him, what did he mean? Bah! Why focus on such cryptic words...causing death is something he needs to do. After all it's only natural.


The Werebears

After the battle against the Chaos Beasts, the remaining Werebears marched back for home, back to the Boreal Forests of the far north. After they trudged through they snow they came upon dense foliage, consisting of Evergreens and Pines. Despite their cooperation in battle the resulting feud between the Naturalists and the Devouts was still present. It was once they entered their lands, the two sides parted ways and returned to their home tribes. Despite their religious conflicts the Werebears managed to work together, even if it was only for a short period.

The battle did in fact lessen the tension among the two, but it would seem it was ready to pile up again. The Devouts were making harder press towards reforming the Naturalists, but they were displeased by the Devouts constant pressuring. Making them speak back towards their words. The Devouts however found this an affront to Othuma and grew angry. After some threats the Naturalists shouted at them to leave. They did but they would not forget. The Devout Tribes gathered together once as it's Chieftains spoke of the Naturalist Problem. Their constant mission to reform them and accept Othuma failed, they were especially upset of what they interpreted as hostility. They began to believe them dangerous, not only to them, but to every tribe out there. They could attack or worse, convince other Werebears to reject Othuma. Because rejecting his gift is rejecting their patron god!

It would seem conflict was about to come ahead again. A Band of Devouts raided a Naturalist Tribe. They shouted traitors and blasphemers at the Naturalists as they burned homes and assaulted tribesfolk. There were even fatalities. They warned the survivors if they do not accept Othuma, they will return and kill them all. Death for the Non-Believers! In the aftermath of the Raid, the Chieftains of the Naturalist Tribes gathered together. They spoke of this massacre vehemently, believing the Devouts have crossed the line. If they were to protect their way of life they would have to go to war. The others agreed and returned to their tribes to arm them. They prepared for the long awaited showdown over religious tolerance. Soon one side will become victorious and already it didn't look good for the Naturalists. They were already outnumbered as there are more Devout Tribes than Naturalist. Still despite the odds, they had to fight otherwise they would be slaughtered without dignity.

They marched to war and in anticipation of this, an army of the Devouts stood ready to meet them. It would seem Tribal Warfare was about to begin. The two sides collided as bloody and brutal war rocked the forest. The Werebears fought with much viciousness as they tore at each other with axes, spears, fangs, and claws. The battle raged for several hours. It wasn't until the arrival of celebrated war hero stopped their war.

"Stop!" he cried, "We are all brethren!" "We shouldn't be attacking each other!" It was the Werebear Ma' Katorian. Already at an young age he was accredited for his valor in the battle up north. Despite him being apart of a Devout Tribe, both sides did find respect in him. He didn't seem to exhibit the same zealotry and was rather kind to all. He pleaded for the bloodshed to stop, for he had a plan as to where everyone could live happily. The Chiefs of both sides gathered around to listen to Ma' Katorian. He spoke of unification, of a National Tribe, one that will help control both sides of the problem. To continue with their way of life together and to become stronger. He spoke of accepting both sides as both would be representing in this national tribe. Feeling that both needs could be settled in unification, they some what uneasily agreed on this.

Following Ma' Katorian's words they ceased the fighting and began to set up unification. Soon The Devouts and the Naturalists came together as Ma' Katorian became Grand Chief Ma' Katorian. As he said he was able to serve both side's needs. He represented them equally and was able to keep them from clawing at each other's throats. Mainly because they respect Ma'Katorian and do not wish to go back on their word. Still there was some tension as the two sides remained to disagree. There was clear segregation, even so there wasn't anymore Tribal Warfare, Ma' Katorian placed much measures to avoid conflict. Mainly helping both sides having Mediaries keeping the peace. Soon the tribes created a Grand Tribe, that helped governed all tribes. While Chieftains still were allowed to lead their tribesmen anyway they saw fit, and allowed them to make laws regarding only their own tribe, there is a central law they must all follow. They sometimes convene to speak of new Grand Laws. Yet, final decision of these Grand Laws come from Ma' Katorian. This unified nation became known as the Tonkawa Confederacy. In their language Tonkawa means "Stay Together." That is what Ma' Katorian planned to do and thus far has enjoyed some success.

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Crysalis versus Sairis and Akhorahil

Crysalis readied herself in a defensive stance, seeing Sairis' charge and blocked the blow. She held him their, in a moment of deadlock as she looked into his angered eyes. "My,my." "The stoic god of Darkness and Memories has feelings." She chuckled as she egged him on to continue the fight. In more rage, Sairis continued to strike and attack Crysalis, each blow met with defense from the Goddess's form. The land around rumbled and trembled as godly power began to affect the raging fire besides them. Crysalis makes a swift turn and slash as Sarirs's side was left wide open. Sensing this he had the mind to dissipate into shadows before a mortal strike was made. Crysalis merely chuckled at the feeble attempt to defeat her.

"You believe the darkness shall aid you?" "Fool, not even the shadows will stop my ambition!" She snapped as she skillfully blocked a sneak attack from Sairis. Little frustrated Sairis changed up his strategy. Instead of giving way to anger, he used precision and his attacks became harder to deflect. Noticing the change Crysalis was beginning to back track as the attacks increased in power and speed. She too had to speed up to avoid a direct hit. Sairis seemed to be gaining the upper hand, until Crysalis made a quick strafe and fired a bolt of black lightning. It struck Sairis as he catapulted backwards crashing into the earth, leaving a small upheaval of land from the clash.

Crysalis laughed as she soon stood over Sairis. "Now then, any last words before you become apart of my collection?" She mocked as she lifted the Emerald Blade overhead and prepared to give him a finishing blow. Sairis only stared at her defiantly, he wouldn't indulge her with any words. "No?" "Then die!!" She shouted as he brought down her wrath.

It was in an instant that blood dripped. Blood that was not Sairis's. Crysalis bled from her as a sword wound was made. Sairis knew he didn't do it but who did? Then without even he knowing of his presence, The Nameless Whisper, Akhorahil stood beside her. She turned in anger as the God of Silence got the drop on her. "So you finally came bastard!" She swung the sword but with footwork swifter than he's ever seen Akhorahil was behind her again. Another swing of his sword and Crysalis gained another wound on her back. She lept away as she muttered curses under her breath. Sairis stood up as he watched the newcomer, already he knew this god possessed keen senses and skill. He doesn't know why he helped, and he really doesn't care why. But it seems Cryaslis has made more enemies.

"So the God of Silence takes a stand?" "Cared more about your creations than you thought?" Crysalis smirked trying to irk the God of Murder. Yet, Akhorahil only looked on in a solemn silence. Not making a peep, not even a face, as he raised his sword and made another strike. Crysalis blocked but was assaulted again and again. The God of Murder's strike were peerless compared to Sairis's swordplay. His strikes were precise, swift, and powerful. Crysalis had great difficulty keeping up with this god's strive. He was on the winning edge. Every move Crysalis made, he anticipated and countered with efficiency. She managed to avoid fatal blows, but she received far more nicks and cuts as compared to her fight with Sairis. This was beginning to look like a losing battle. Sairis watched as The Nameless Whisper fought Crysalis at a greater pace than himself. It looked like she would meet her end. Then Crysalis made another swift dodge, like before and fired another black bolt of lightning. Akhorahil anticipated even this and blocked the shocking damage. She began to launch a hail fire of bolts as she was managing to push him back. Akhorahil had to focus his considerable speed in blocking and dodging these attacks, just what she wanted him to do.

While distracted, The Goddess of Deception, once again fooled her fellow gods. With scrupulous tactics, a false Crysalis fired the bolts while the real one appeared behind Akhorahil. She prepared the final blow to the God of Silence, soon he will be wiped from this world. Akhorahil was placed in a tight spot, he could address Crysalis and stop her strike, but then suffer from the bolts of lightning. He could continue to block the bolts but then be stabbed in the back. Choices, Choices. Sairis noticed this and with out even thinking stood between Crysalis and Akhorahil. He blocked her strike and held her there, "Damn you." She venomously spoke. "Don't forget about me that easily, your fighting two forces here." Sairis spoke as he pushed her away. Then Sairis resumed his previous attack by slashing at her. Crysalis gained her footing and with surprising strength knocked Sairis back. Sairis slid across the grassy plains as Crysalis lunged for him with a deadly thrust. Sairis tilted his head to the right narrowly avoiding the head shot. Crysalis with a flick of her wrist swung the blade to the right in an effort to decapitate him. Quick thinking, Sairis melded into shadows as the swung phased through him harmlessly. Then in a display of his strength, clashed with Crysalis's blade creating a shockwave that sent her flying overhead. These Gods where annoying her to no end.

Up in the air she forced a stop and stared at Sairis. "I'm really going to enjoy killing you." Soon she changed her frown into a grin. She soon began to gather energy in her palm as the black lightning began to surge about the sky. Sairis didn't like the looks of this and prepared for the worse. Then the blade began to glow with such a sinister force as the skies began to darken overhead. "Allow me to show you something fun I've been experimenting with...," She then grinned, "You can thank Kalimndor for this." She then chuckled. The Akhorhail appeared from behind and swung down with his sword with a final chop. "You didn't go by me unnoticed this time!!!" Crysalis shouted as her blade clashed with his and an explosion of electricity followed. The energy left a flare, from which Sairis had to shield his eyes from. Both Crysalis and Akhorahil were sent flying in opposite directions. Cryaslis crashed into a mountainside while Akhorahil crashed through several burning buildings from the nearby city. Crysalis coughed as she loosened herself from the mountain, "Over did it a bit there." She spoke as she floated down to the ground. "So then Sairis," She calmly spoke as she dusted herself off, "Ready to meet a similar fate?" She then chuckled as charged at him with another attack. Sairis prepared for the next onslaught, as she came close Sairis made an excellently timed swing and slashed Crysalis.

Expecting blood something entirely different happened, Crysalis faded like a bad dream, then came the blood. She struck Sairis as he began to drip blood from his shoulder. He leapt away from the Goddess as he held his shoulder in pain. "Damn." He mumbled. How did she get behind him like that? And what did she just do to herself? It was like she was a mirage and then...she must have powers of illusion, perhaps a Goddess of Illusions? And what did she mean earlier about Kalimndor?

Didn't he...Perish...she must have killed him using tricks like that. Sairis, forgoing the pain stood back in a fighter's stance. If he is to die then it won't be without a fight. Then came the other God, Akhorahil appeared in front of Crysalis and without hesitation left a sizable gash across Crysalis's torso. "WHAT!?" She then spat out blood as she lept away from Akhorahil. She didn't expect him to appear right in front of her, and with such quick slash, she barely saw it coming. She was on her knees as the pain spread. The cut wasn't deep enough to be a fatal strike, but it was disabling. "Damn you, you bastard!" She spat. She tried to stand until Akhorahil stood behind her. She raised his blade and prepared the final blow. The previous strike has left he vulnerable, and Crysalis doesn't have enough energy to avoid this one. Her eyes widened as she looked towards the God of Murder, he does live up to his name, she never did expect him to be this skillful.


Othuma versus Akhorahil

Earlier, Sithis noticed the danger his counterpart was in. He informed Othuma that Crysalis was in danger. At first it was hard for him to believe there were more of him, well actually different pieces of the same god. Still, Sithis was in distress and Othuma had to help his friend. For that is what friends do. Opening a portal, he and Sithis traveled to where the Snake God indicated, and soon they entered the fray.

Akhorahil nearly drove his blade into Crysalis's head until Othuma blocked the attack with his scythe. He panted in apprehension but managed to save her life. Akhorahil quickly stared into Othuma's face and the backed away. Crysalis stooded and the laughed, "Now then would you like to try and kill me now?!" Sairis was little surprised to see the God of Death here now. He knew this would come to pass, that Othuma would choose his side. He just wished he heeded his words from earlier. "Now then Othuma help me take him out!" Crysalis's spoke as she charged the God of Silence. Othuma nodded and followed in close suit. Othuma's Scythe underwent it's metamorphosis and assumed it's wicked form. Soon the two attacked Akhorahil together. Even for him their attack in tandem was proving too much for the Nameless Whisper. While he dodged and blocked their cooperation was forcing him to be defensive, he couldn't even get a chance to launch a counter strike. Sairis couldn't stand by and watch this. He had to act quickly.

Othuma launched a powerful strike knocking down the God of Blood as he hit the floor. Then came Crysalis she raised the emerald blade and came down upon Akhorahil's head. Before the final strike could be made, Sairis materialized from the shadows before Crysalis as she stabbed him through his back. Sairis began to drip blood from his mouth as the wound began to gush blood. Othuma looked towards him horrified. "BUT WHY!?" He shouted at him and the Sairis turned his head towards him. He gave him only a look of disappointment and then with the last of his strength, kicked Crysalis away as she slid across the battlefield. He then dropped to his knees as he bled out. Othuma couldn't believe Sairis would do such a thing. He was confused about his act of sacrifice, even more so, why he would fight against his friend. This gave more than enough time for Akhorahil to counter and then Othuma recieceved a cut across his ribs as he began to bleed from his right side. "AGH!" He cried as he fell back, clutching his side in pain. Akhorahil then stood before the God of Death as he looked deep into his eyes. "Whoever you are, you've chosen the wrong side of the fight." He spoke in a whisper.

He then raised his blade over him. Othuma gritted his teeth as he watched his blade, The God of Death was placed in a hard spot. He hasn't recovered enough from the blow to move aside and it pained him to lift the Scythe. Yet, he was not ready to die, he cannot die! He is Death! Then before the final strike could be made Sithis slithered behind The Nameless Whisper and the he struck. A sharp bite from the God of Snakes pained the God of Murder. "Egh?" He grumbled as he looked down to see the snake. He then quickly shifted his sword and prepared to stab the devious snake. "NO!" Othuma cried as his rage pushed him forth as he swung the Scythe. Akhorahil saw the attack coming as he blocked the blow. Yet, this was not the end of Othuma's assault, he quickly swung the Scythe in a quick succession of blows.

Reeling back from this onslaught, The God of Silence, hadn't a clue that Othuma was this strong. Akhorahil kept a steady pace, but he felt himself weakening. This was apparent even to Sairis as he noticed The Nameless Whisper slowing down. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Akhorahil to hold off Othuma and then it happened. The God of Silence made an opening and Othuma took it. Othuma made a deep gash along Akhorahil's midrift and in a combo he launched The God of Blood into the air with an uppercut from his Scythe. Up in the air Othuma extended his Scythe and like a frog's tongue, it flew and hooked Akhorahil. With a final heave he brought his weapon down like a hammer, and slammed Akhorahil into the ground. Othuma panted as he felt weary after his attacks. "Good, Good, Othuma!" Sithis spoke down by his feet. "Now finish what you've ssssstarted my friend." Sithis cooed as the God of Death walked towards the God's fallen body. The blade of The Scythe was still hooked inside his body.

Akhorahil coughed as he began to drown in his own blood, but that wasn't the only thing he felt. He began to loose all feeling in his legs as he felt the paralysis spead across his body. In a twist of irony, it was now The God of Death who stood before him looking deep into his eyes. "It was you that has chosen wrong." Othuma mocked as he then raised his palm and went place his hand on Akhorahil's head. He wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish, but when he touched him he felt a great pain. Using the last of his mobility and strength, Akhorahil grabbed Othuma's wrist and began to pry his hand away. He managed to stop the decay as he forced Othuma's hand back. Feeling the resistance, Othuma applied more pressure as he went to force his hand upon the God's body. Akhorahil struggled to resist Othuma's touch but he was quickly losing his feeling. The paralysis seemed to advance during this struggle as Akhorahil felt his arms fading. It wasn't long before Othuma placed his palm over his face. Then came a surprising occurrence.

Godly energy began to surge freely as the very life force of Akhorahil was being drained. Akhorahil's gripped loosened to the point he was barely hanging on. Othuma felt a surge of power as the wound he suffered at Akhorahil's hand was rapidly healing. Soon the wound was non-existant as Othuma felt rejuvenated. It was then The God of Silence summoned the very limit of his strength to push away Othuma's hand. Yet, any hope of surviving was nullified as his body began to turn into ash. With one final stroke, Othuma clenched his fist and brought down on Akhorahil's head. Soon his head with the rest of his body exploded into ashes as they flowed off into the wind. The God of Murder had been murdered.

The Death of Sairis


Crysalis returned as she clapped her hands over Othuma's victory. "Excellent my friend, your coming along just nicely." "Soon all of the gods will learn to never challenge you, and if they do they will die all the same." She spoke as she grinned. She then turned her head to Sairis and chuckled. "Despite your heroic ploy you've failed." "So tell me, how does it feel to sacrifice yourself in vain?" She mocked as she laughed at the injured God of Memories. "You must feel rather stupid I would assume." Crysalis spoke. "Well you know what they say about assuming," Sairis then smirked, "You make an ass out of you and me." Sairis then chuckled. Crysalis then stepped before him and with a whack she planted a huge backhand across Sairis's face. "Don't get smart with me!" "Your the one who is at death's doorstep!" She spat. Sairis then coughed blood as itbegan to flow from his nose and mouth. He then turned his head towards her and spat blood in her face. Crysalis took a moment to stop then wipe her face rather meticulously.

He expression was rather stagnant until her face blew into full on outrage. "Why you smug bastard!" "DIE!" she shouted as she raised the emerald blade and prepared for the final blow. Then surprisingly Othuma stopped her. "What?" She asked a bit flabbergasted. "I'll do it." He solemnly spoke. She then grinned as she stepped aside. "Why of course." She then chuckled as she watched Othuma act as her executioner. Sairis just stared at Othuma, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Why do you stare at me like that?" Othuma asked. Sairis only blinked. "Well out with it!" Othuma demanded. "It's a look of disappointment...I really thought you could have been better than this." He dully spoke. Othuma only stared at him as he began to feel inner conflict, "What do you mean better than this?" "I am becoming better than what I already am." Othuma spoke trying to rationalize a point. "No, you're only becoming worse." Sairis responded.

Othuma looked at him confused and frustrated. For some reason he wanted his approval something he wasn't getting. "No I am doing better!" "What I did was right!" "I am becoming more!" Othuma shouted, yet Sairis only looked on with dismay. "You don't get it do you?" "Your being used, your not becoming more, your becoming less." Sairis flatly spoke. Othuma couldn't handle what he was hearing was he becoming less? Is he being used? "No!" "I'm not being used!" "I'm being cooperative!" Othuma defended. Sairis only sighed, "I feel sorry for you, can't even tell when something is not good for you." Sairis slowly spoke. Othuma only gritted his teeth as he continued to rake his mind with all of the evidence. Noticing his trouble Sithis slithered up Othuma's shoulder. "Sssssairisssss is toying with your mind my friend." Sithis cooed, "He isssss being dissssresssspectful to me and you Othuma." "He believesssss you are weak." Othuma looked at him and then shook his head, "Am I being used?" He asked. "Of coursssse not, friendssss don't ussse friendsssss." Sithis replied. Othuma looked at Sairis as he only shook his head. "You don't like the lookssss he isss giving you correct?" Sithis asked. "Yes." Othuma replied. "And why issss that?" Sithis asked. "Because he refuses to give me what I want." Othuma answered. "And what isss that?" Sithis inquired.

"Respect, encouragement...approval...," He spoke almost longingly. "Then remember what I ssssaid, you can have anything you want, and if sssssomeone won't give it to you...take it!" Sithis spoke almost commanding and Othuma turned to Sairis and spoke, "You will give me the satisfaction I demand and if you don't I'll force you!" Othuma ordered Sairis, but he only shook his head. "I will never obey any order you give me." Sairis ever defiant. "HOW DARE YOU!" "I AM A GOD!" "AND I CAN HAVE ANYTHING I WANT!" Othuma shouted anger swelling up with in him. He then lied his hand around Sairis's throat and began to choke. "AGH!" Sairis blurted as he felt himself being choked. But that wasn't all but decay was breaking down his body. He felt life being sucked out of him. "Do it or I will take your life force!" Othuma threatened. In the midst of his choking he was able to say, "No." Othuma let his grasp loosen as he stepped back a moment. He did not fear for his life as if indulging him was worse. How could he think like this? Noticing the difficulty Sithis spoke, "Itsssss quite annoying to know that sssssomething you want isss right before, yet sssso far away." "I told you a God can have whatever they want, but...if ssssomeone won't give you what you want do you know what to do?" Sithis asked. Othuma looked towards the snake and shook his head. "You punisssh them!" "Make them pay for their defiance!" "Why sssshould they deny you?" "Who are they to deny you!?" "Kill SSSSairissss!" "Make him regret for ever denying ussss what we want!" Sithis commanded as Othuma looked at the defensless God. Sairis only continued to stare at Othuma as he spoke one last sentance, "Go ahead and do it," He then grumbled in pain, "Your no longer one of us anyway."

Sairis spoke condemning him from the Pantheon. Then Othuma snapped, he raised his Scythe over and gave Sairis one deep slash across his torso, as the blade rended his fleshing from his left shoulder down to his right hip.Then in a sudden rush, as if blood was spelt, Sairis's godly essence flowed from the wound as his body began to turn into ashes. Sairis felt his life slip as he began to reminiscent a past death. He could feel the life being taking out of a god, a god whose life was given in battle. Much like his, he could see the Blue-Haired God of Light falling to the Chaos Beasts. Now Sairis, the God of Shadows has fallen before two rogue Gods. Whether it be from the Light or From the Shadows, it would seem it was destined for him to die either way. His final wish from his final moments of consciousness, he hopes these two will be brought to justice someday. With that his body became ash as his entire being began to crumble into dust. Now two constellations hanged above in the sky, it has now begun.

"Excellent Othuma." Sithis spoke. "You are now ready to be my ally." The God of Snakes spoke. "What do you mean ally?" Othuma asked perplexed. "Why for the great battle, why?" "You do not believe thisss will go on unnoticed did you?" "Ssssilly boy, you've sssslain two godssss the ressst of the Pantheon will know what transssspired, and they will come to kill you and me." Sithis cooed. Othuma looked down to the ground as he felt great sorrow, "The other Gods will try and kill me?" Othuma asked worried. "Of courssse, they have been trying to kill me and my assssssociatesss for yearsss." "But with you now...I think itssss time to initate my planssss." Sithis spoke. "Come let usss leave thissss place, the otherssss my notice what occured and will arrive ssssoon." Sithis spoke. Othuma nodded and then open a portal as Crysalis returned. "You first Othuma." Crysalis spoke as he stepped through the portal. Soon Crysalis and Sithis followed and the Portal was closed.


The Desolation of Othuma and Jute

Their string of deicide didn't end just there. Jute had a plan in mind, one that required some theatrics. Her plan at first is to send a message to the other Gods. To show them that they are not safe within this bubble. That they all shall soon fall before her and all of her power. The first plot had the two evil gods separate. Sithis's snakes picked up on the location of The God of Anarchy, Splendy. Feeling Othuma would be best to handle the strange god, he was sent to eliminate the infantile god. As for Crysalis, reports came in of Equalis and Disbalis. They have returned before their people during a check-up and found them all strangely hailing a single god, one they were not at all familiar with. They found this quite strange and decided to snoop around. Fearing that the Kililk would end up being swayed by their creator, Crysalis went in to intercept the Twin Deities of Balance.

When Othuma came across Splendy, it was an gruesome battle. Well not so much of a battle, Splendy for the most part wasn't much of a fighter. But it's strange way of receiving pain and pleasure made it difficult to kill the god. It enjoyed playing around with Othuma and thought this was some sort of game. He used his tentacles to stab and cut at Othuma, luckily the tentacles weren't sharp, but Splendy figured out a way to harm him. His tentacles began to wrap around him, as Splendy squeezed Othuma. His strength was surprising as he felt himself being crushed. Othuma managed to free a hand and touched the tentacles. They soon were devoid of life from the decay. The tentacles shriveled up like raisins as Splendy clapped his hands together. "Good move!" It laughed. Othuma was nothing but disgusted with this god and he was happy to take it's life. With a final blow Othuma stabbed Splendy and the rended him into two. The God didn't even realize it was dead as it's essence evaporated into the evening sky and the body was nothing but ashes in the wind.


Crysalis managed to find the Twin Deities as they asked what has happened to their people. Crysalis only devilishly grinned, that this was her doing. While Disbalis did commend her on her success, Equalis was outraged that she would place herself as Queen of all Gods. Effectively leaving them out as their people's creators. Crysalis was both pleased and annoyed. She did realize why they are Balance Incarnate. Neither one is the same but they live in harmony. While the twins argued over what has happened, Crysalis interrupted them. "While I'm sure you have much to discuss, your too much of a liability." "You both will have to die." Crysalis almost hummed melodically as the Twins stepped back. Equalis tried to plead with Crysalis, while Disbalis spoke words of profanity, outraged by her threat to kill them. Crysalis didn't care, she has a plan and she will see it through. She raised the Emerald Blade as the two began to run. Yet, they were not faster than Crysalis as she brought down her blade and cleaved the two in half.

She cleanly dissected them. Being separated was a worser fate than death for the twins. They cried in agony as they felt themselves beginning to fade. Having the two separated caused an unique course of events. It would seem they needed to be together in order to live. While Crysalis delighted in their agony, soon grew bored and decided to end them for good. She took her blade and stabbed both of them through the chest. Equalis and Disbalis died as their godly essence left their bodies, and they turned into dust. But that was not all that had happened. Crysalis gained even more power, as her being absorbed a new portfolio...Imbalance. She could now feel a shift in power, she could see the way to peace and harmony. Neither of which interested her, so instead she would distort the path leading to Chaos and Friction. She will now be a goddess of chaos as the world will soon weep as everything will now be through into the balance. Next to fall, would bring them a great challenge. The Snakes reported of a young god, whose strength and talent were great but had the potential to become so much more. If such a powerful youth was to realize his full strength and measure, it would prove a great obstacle in her plans. Jute need to have Othuma accompany her on this one.

Othuma and Crysalis arrived at an orc tribe, where the young god was reported to dwell. The Orcs were fiercely defensive of the young god as they even challenged the might of the two gods. The orcs then were proceeded to be slaughtered. They were a strong and proud people indeed, but they could not resist the might of a god. Almaran, no longer a boy, but an Adolescent saw the destruction with his eyes. The Orcs fell back and gathered around him, vowing to defend him until the death. Almaran wasn't sure what was going on but he wasn't happy. He then saw the two gods as the carved a path of bloodied and broken corpses to him. "Ah so there you are, young god." "Why don't you stop hiding and come out now." "Not all of the orcs have to die." Crysalis wooed. Almaran heard their proposition and was tempted to show himself. Yet Durotan insisted he not fall for their tricks. Crysalis grew impatient as she began to slaughter more Orcs. Almaran couldn't take the screams of his friends any longer. He broke from their ranks and appeared before Othuma and Crysalis.

Othuma and Crysalis versus Almaran

"STOP!" "I don't know why your doing this but if it's me you want then here I am!" Almaran shouted. "I'll do whatever you want but let these Orcs live!" He spoke proudly defending them. Crysalis only laughed. "Such a brave young man!" "Well with such an act of courage I may just grant you your wish, but of course you will have to die." She melodically spoke with a grin. Almaran then looked to the ground, he was supposed to die? The young god wasn't sure if he could go through with it. Durotan and the others heard their stipulations and he was outraged. Durotan ran out before them and shouted, "IF YOU WANT TO KILL HIM YOU'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME!" Then the other orcs fell in behind and began to shout their support. This annoyed Crysalis to no ends, "Fine then be destroyed, Othuma!" She shouted as the God of Death lept into their ranks and began to slaughter them. "NO!" Almaran cried and with a mighty kick, he launched Othuma into the air as he landed out into the desert. "You little bastard." Crysalis spoke as she charged for Almaran and swung her sword. The Boy God dodged his attacks as he lept backwards. An injured Durotan then shouted his name and tossed him a blade. Almaran grabbed the sword and blocked her attacks. Then The God of Strength fought back. Even at an young age his strength was trememdous, more so than any god she has ever encountered.

Crysalis was forced back as the weight of Almaran's blows knocked her off balance. Almaran jumped into the air and came swiftly down with his blade, the moved would have cleved Crysalis in two, hadn't she swiftly switched places with doppelganger. Almaran noticed that this wasn't his true opponent as easily cracked the ground around him, but where did she go? Her position was given away when she took the time to insult him. "Come on boy!" "You can do better than that can you?" "Let's see how fast you are." She grinned as she began to hurl black lightning bolts at Almaran. Almaran dodged the bolts with surprising agility, most likely because of his youthful nature. "Let's see how much pain you can take?" Almaran retorted as he gave a boyish grin. Using incredible leg strength, Almaran jumped high in the air. Like a speeding arrow, Almaran pointed his sword outward preparing to impale Crysalis. Seeing this coming, she took The Emerald Blade and placed it between her and him. The sound of metal, clashed as a shock wave rippled in the air above the village. Crysalis was nearly knocked out of the sky from that blow. Then using his agility, Almaran placed his feet on Crysalis's blade. "What the hell are you up to?" She spat. "You'll see." He grinned as he flipped over her and grabbed her by one of Crysalis's horns. "Let me go you little brat!" She spat. Then Almaran chuckled as he did just that. Almaran swung her down with his great strength as the Goddess of Conflict fell head first into a large crater in the desert ground.

Almaran fell and landed on his feet, shattering the ground around him like glass.The God of Strength then rose from his crater as he walked over to Crysalis. But before he could make any final blow Othuma darted behind him and swung his Scythe. Almaran caught him in the corner of his eye as he blocked the curved blade. Othuma forced him back as the two lunged for each other and began to connect a series of swipes. Sparks flew of their blades as the quickly swiped at each, neither landing a blow. Soon their blades were crossed as the two held each other in dead lock for a few moments. They then released each other as they stared at each other with murderous intent. Then the sparks flew again as their blades collided. This time Almaran pushed him back, but Othuma quickly recovered and lept forward again. Almaran did the same as they collided with their weapons, and both flew in opposite directions. Almaran and Othuma landed on their feet as they stared over their shoulders. Then without a moment's notice Othuma ran down the dry, arid field. Almaran quickly ran after him. Soon they were running neck and neck with each other. While speeding they swung their blades as they clashed. Their blades created so many sparks it looked like a volcano was erupting.

Then the two fighting gods, slid to a halt as Othuma went for a overhead slash. Almaran quickly ducked as Othuma lept in the air and did a somersault. He landed behind Almaran and went for a low slash. Almaran qucikly jumped perched himself on Othuma's Scythe. The Boy God quickly jumped and landed a bicycle kick on Othuma's head. Then Almaran finished it off with a dropkick in Othuma's face. The Kick sent the God of Death flying as he crashed through a nearby rock. Almaran was beginning to feel fatigue
from this fight as he took a couple seconds to gather his breath. Then while he wasn't paying attention a large ball of dark energy crashed beside him making a sizable explosion. The shockwave knocked the Boy God as he rolled and tumbled along the ground. Crysalis stepped out of the haze as electricity buzzed around her. She grinned as she walked up to the downed god, "Haha! You feel like being smart with me boy?!" She then grinned as she kicked him with her cloven hoof. Almaran coughed out blood as he looked upon her. Almaran growled as he launched himself up and headbutted her. "AGH! "YOU BASTARD!" She shouted as blood ran from her nose. Almaran laughed infuriating Crysalis even more. She then gave Almaran the most painfulest back hand ever, as the slap sent Almaran flying to a hillside. The Boy God stood as blood ran from his nose and mouth.

Angered he charged her and the with a mighty launch, he raised his fist into the air as he landed a punch that could shatter bones, into Crysalis's gut. As if her guts were squashed she felt a crunch as the wind was knocked right out of her lungs. The force of the punch was so great, like a thunder clap as Crysalis flew away across the desert field. She crashed and skid along the earth as a large upheaval of dirt fromed a track that stopped just short of the Orc Village. It looked like a meteor hit the land as Crysalis laid in her mound. She couldn't stand up and Almaran saw his chance to end this. Taking his blade he charged for her body as he prepared to finish her off. Othuma rose from the rubble of the rock as he saw Almaran charge for Crysalis. Fearing the worse Othuma rushed for the Goddess of Deception. It was in close proximity that Othuma leapt for Almaran and came down with a chop. The God of Strength, dodged the blow as he swung his blade. Othuma blocked the blow with the pole of his Scythe. Othuma hopped backwards as Almaran came in close nearly cutting the God of Death. Othuma retaliated with a swing, but Almaran ducked as he reached for Othuma's legs. He soon lifted Othuma over his head. The God of Death was stunned as he wasn't sure what was going to happen. He was never lifted up so easily like this and then Almaran pressed him into the air.

Almost weightless, Othuma seemed to hover in the air as Almaran took his blade and jumped in the air. It was so quickly Othuma didn't have a chance to dodge as God of Strength cut deep into his side. Now above the God of Death, Almaran twirled the blade as he pointed it downward. Using gravity he began to fall and would impale Othuma in the process. Shifting his body, Othuma narrowly avoided the death blow. Othuma then wrapped his hand around Almaran's wrist. Othuma then proceed to do a spin in mid air and tossed Almaran to the ground with brute force. Othuma landed on the ground as he charged for the Adolescent God. "Othuma!" Crysalis shouted as she tossed the Emerald Blade to Othuma. The God of Death turned and grabbed the blade and then went in for the attack. With both weapons Othuma swung furiously as Almaran struggled to block. He was growing weak as the wrist Othuma touched suffered from decay. Almaran might as well have been fight with one arm, the pain was to much to handle Othuma's blows. Using the skills he learned from the Orcs, he made one last attempt to kill his enemy. The Youthful God managed a deep cut across Othuma's chest as he backed away in pain. The blood spilled from him as Almaran's cut was deep. He grasped his chest as he felt a burning sensation. This fight couldn't go on much longer. In anger Othuma lashed back as he forced Almaran to step back. Othuma swung up and down, left and right, horizontally, vertically, and diagonally. Until he used his Scythe to hook Almaran's sword. He then pulled him in close and with the Emerald Blade, Othuma impaled the Boy God with the sword. Almaran was shocked when Othuma was able to land such mortal blow. He couldn't even speak. Durotan saw this as he was equally shocked, but also hurt.

Almaran dropped to his knees as Othuma withdrew the sword and tossed it aside. Othuma walked around Almaran and as he stood behind him he brought his Scythe around his neck. "NOW DIE!!!" Othuma shouted as he pulled the Scythe upward and decapitated The God of Strength. Othuma quickly grabbed the Head of Almaran as he stared into the listless eyes of the now dead god. Othuma shouted towards the heavens as the godly essence from Almaran floated into the sky and his body turned to ash. Othuma crushed the head in his palm as the dust flew into the air. Without noticing Durotan charged at Othuma with his axe in the air and prepared to kill The God of Death. Yet, Durotan's attempt failed when Crysalis reclaimed her sword and slew the great Orc Cheiftan. Durotan bled as he fell to the ground, "I'm...sorry...Almaran...I...fail...", Durotan spoke with the last of his breath. The Gods of Death have once again killed another God. Othuman looked towards Crysalis and nodded at her assistance. "Nice work Othuma...I'm glad to have such a powerful ally." She grinned. Then Othuma looked in the air, "Of course, am I not one of the most powerfulest gods ever?" Othuma spoke with confidence. "Of course." She grinned. "Beautiful."He spoke. "What?" Crysalis asked as she looked up at the sky. "The moon." Othuma spoke. "Why yes what a beautiful sight, a Lavender Moon." "Yes, this day shall be remembered in history as the Lavender Moon Massacre." She then chuckled. Othuma watched as he saw the consellations, "I will be greater than them all." Othuma swore as Crysalis broke him out of his reverie.

"Come Othuma!" "I believe we've made our intentions known." "It is time for the next phase of my plan." She spoke. Othuma turned to her and nodded, he opened a portal back to the Frozen Lands of the North. Soon the world will face the greatest threat it has ever known.


Elsewhere....


Acanthus and Torsc emerged from the Time Bubble as they breathed in the outside world. "Ah, while I thoroughly enjoyed my time, It feels great to be above ground once more." Acanthus spoke. "Yes, but I much prefer the tunnels of the world." Torsc spoke, "Still it is a nice night." Acanthus looked up to the sky, "Why yes, yes it is." He spoke with a smile, "Why look the Lavender Moon!" "Just like you said it would." Acanthus exclaimed as he pointed towards it. "I knew my calculations would be right, just one of the many things the power of Artifice brings." "You know...uh Acanthus?" Torsc asked as the God of Wisdom was deep in thought. "Oh no." He muttered as he saw many more consellations appear in the sky.

"I am sorry my friend but I must leave, something terrible has happened." Acanthus solemnly spoke. "Is there anything I can do?" Torsc asked. "I don't know unless there is some way you can contact the other Gods." Acanthus spoke. "Nothing at the moment but give me a little bit of time and I could devise something." Torsc responded. "I thank you but I cannot wait for the device to be made. I must leave for my mountain, from there I will just have to make my own contact." "Be well Torsc and be weary, I believe something foul is afoot." Acanthus warned. Torsc nodded as he left for the underground city. In a flash of light Acanthus teleported away back into his realm of New Hlreadr.

Once within the confines of his new sanctuary. Acanthus went to work to discerning what had happened while he was gone. He had noticed new books have appeared upon his shelves. All of each of the slain gods. Acanthus noticed this pattern before, and he would not allow it to happen a second time. Acanthus called to Mathias on his ring. "Mathias...trouble is afoot, I need you to summon the others as swiftly as possible." With that Acanthus worked on preparing for the worse.

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Sithis and Chrysalis

It had been a very long time indeed since the separated parts of Jute had been within each other's presence. The Snake eyed the Sword warily. Chrysalis just winked and laughed. It was strange, having a new portfolio like imbalance was changing Chrysalis. She seemed to become more chaotic. The other parts of Jute were compensating by becoming more lawful. Sithis could feel the inherent struggle in Jute's many parts and it feared for the day they would be reunited.

Sithis turned to Othuma. "I have been your mentor for sssome time now. Thisss isss Chryssalisss. Ssshe will be your companion while I am gone. I mussst visssit mortalsss. We will have an army unlike any other."

Chrysalis walked up to Othuma. "I'm here for you now." She said as she pressed close to him and caressed his arm with her hands. The aura of death did not penetrate the crystalline armor that had spread across her hands. She winked at Othuma and smiled seductively.


The Crystal

In the deep reaches of the Inferno, The Crystal was silent with thought. Planning out the future was becoming more and more difficult as new additions were always being added. Thanks to Nylia, the Crystal knew that there would be a meeting on the summit of Hlradr. It would have Laska go there and see what the good gods were saying.

Nylia seemed to be losing her grasp and so The Crystal spoke to her. Nylia, the plan is working perfectly. You have managed to rid us of one army and our armies only grow larger. Our Allies to the north have begun to rid ourselves of our greater enemies and nuisances. You are the next part of the plan. Death must come to those who are corrupted. But perhaps you wish to visit the mountain and see what the gods will say?


Laska
The goddess of purity and innocence saw a flying figure in the sky. It was headed towards a mountain of tremendous size. Laska felt a drawing feeling as if a hook had been placed in her heart. “Something’s going on there, and I need to find out what it is.”

Laska flew upwards, purpose driven but filled with peaceful intentions. She landed next a huge building. She could just feel the power of many gods inside. The small goddess opened the huge doors and walked inside to see several gods. Some of the gods she had never met, though Mathias and Adarani she had. The puppy that had been accompanying her flew over to its mother as Laska stood over to the side of the room, shy and not used to this many people nearby.


Acanthus

The god of Magic continued to scry and search the realms for more gods while others were being drawn in by Mathias and his creations. It seemed to Acanthus that the gods who wished to be found or who did not care were all being called towards the mountain. Messages were sent from Acanthus to Rodrauge, Merida, Torsc, and Riomu.

“My brother (or sister), a time of dire need has come across the middle realm. Gods have been killed. I ask you to join me at the top of Mount Hladr. We must take the punishment for these murders into our own hands. Your brother, Acanthus.”

Acanthus ceased his scrying as gods began entering the hall.

If anyone were looking deep enough into Acanthus’ eyes, they would see a subtle glint. But the quickened, silent, and still spell that Acanthus was casting was almost undetectable otherwise. Acanthus scanned the room as he walked in. Each god was lit up as their respective alignments gave off specific auras.
Adarani, Mathias, and Hanriot all glowed blue. Mathias and the goddess who had arrived in butterflies had regimented lines in their auras. Two of the other gods, the leonine one and the skittish looking god had silvery auras. The last god, a small child, had no aura at all. It was a very strange sight.

"Welcome to my hall, my brethren. Thank you for your patience as we await more arrivals."

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Nylia

Nylia was surprised once she heard the Crystal speak. It complimented and flattered her, tried to give her a sense of a role in their plan and connect with her goals, all which could be surely genuine if they weren't coming from a player in this game like Jute...or the Crystal itself for that matter, seeing as it was them it could be a sure sign of manipulation. Nylia smirked slightly, "Yes, and die they shall, I have been in the mood for blood lately, the blood of Gods that is," Nylia said crisply. "Well, visiting the mountain seems to be in my best interest if I wish to keep their trust, and besides, I'll love to see how Adarani's doing after the war," Nylia said with a chuckle, "However Crystal, I must say, I'm not sure how much I can trust your claims of the North. You speak of these allies though I've never met them, perhaps after I kill the Gods you need me to kill you could show me them?" She asked, getting up from her throne and left the Lower Realm.

She listened to the Crystal's response as she flew to the mountain where everything had once started. It took her a while to make it there but soon enough she landed on the hard stone of the mountain, staring at the monument. As her Hurthr informed her, it did look quite like the old building that once stood there. Nylia put on a smile as she reverted back to her original appearance, though she looked more experienced than her once innocent self, it even enhanced her seductive energy, now she was conscious of the fact that she was using her powers in order to manipulate others, it wasn't accidental anymore...though she would probably play it off as such...

Finally, Nylia opened the doors to the Hall, entering the elegant room. Almost immediately she noticed all the other Gods sitting at a great table. She quickly surveyed the room, quickly noting Adarani latched onto Mathias, it seemed as though the pure Goddess of Love wasn't so pure after all, next she noticed Acanthus, the old man seemed to be observing them closely as well, she'd have to be careful, as old as he appeared he was still cunning as he was wise, next she noticed a cowardly man who reminded her of Aspestis along with a beautiful woman, both of which she never met before, she saw another God she never met until now, whose appearance was much different than theirs, but mighty all the same, and lastly she noticed Laska, silent at the end of the room. She decided she might as well introduce herself, "Hello, I'm Nylia, I'm glad to be acquainted with you all. You may have not seen me before as I'm running the Lower Realm most of the time, but I'm glad I could make it here for this meeting, as sad as the situation may be," she said, shaking hands with each of those she just met. She sat once Acanthus began speaking, apparently they were to wait for more arrivals, wondering how many other Gods she hadn't met yet, she continued analyzing the room, trying to determine what her next move should be. But she remembered not to appear suspicious, she was one of the good guys, that's all she had to keep telling herself.

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Laska

The young goddess watched the proceedings with apprehension. No one seemed to notice her there in the corner. She could not stop feeling the unease either as the two goddesses argued. She wanted to speak up but her shyness got the better hand. Then as everything calmed down, the wise one got up to speak and Laska felt as though she had lost her chance to say something.


Acanthus

The Elder god looked upon his brethren with curiosity and a mixed twinge of sadness and happiness. He would have loved to meet all of them, just not in circumstances such as these. As Nylia walked in, Acanthus was saddened even more. The poor girl had been through so much... Her once shimmering silvery aura now seemed to glow bright red. Acanthus released the spell on his eyes, he would not let this sight pain him more.

As Nylia spoke, Adarani seemed to explode in outrage. Acanthus let them talk, he knew better than to get between two angry women. Acanthus listened intently to every argument made, even by the newcomers. But he held his peace. Wise decisions and judgement came from the right knowledge and he did not have all of the information he needed.

Acanthus considered the views and claims by both parties. He knew that Nylia was not always forthcoming with the truth, however, he also knew that Adarani could be taken hostage by her emotions. He felt a tugging at his heartstrings for the needless deaths of thousands, but he could give no blame.

Acanthus was taken from his deep reverie as the new goddess who radiated a special, hopeful calmness called for a start to the meeting.

"Hmm," Acanthus said thoughtfully. He stood and bowed to his brothers and sisters. "Welcome, dear ones. I am pleased to see that so many of you came, though not everyone is here..." He waved his hands and a map appeared over the grand table. "Torsc, Riomu, Rodrauge, Merida. I hope you will still come."

He waved the map away and returned his attention to the guests currently there. "Though I am happy to see so many brothers and sisters here, I am afraid it is because there have been terrible tidings. For those of you who have been born more recently, some information. You see-" As Acanthus spoke he waved his hand to reveal the sky above the mountain through the roof. "When a god perishes, they become stars and constellations." Acanthus made a pulling motion with his hand and the sky seemd to stretch and grow closer to the mountain. "This is the constellation of a dear friend, Craigin who lost his life to an unknown force. This branch was his symbol." The sky seemed to rush past them and a new constellation was in focus. "This is another symbol, a hammer, this was the symbol of the War god who perished some time ago."

Acanthus let the ceiling return to its original form. "Several new constellations have appeared most recently." He summoned the Bookshelf to him. "This is the Bookshelf of Knowledge. It holds information about every god who comes to existence. It does not hold enough information to be very useful, for I am not the ruler of all nor do I know all, but these books do seem to be connected to their gods in a very real way. When a god comes to life, they receive a book. When they die, the book disappears as well."

Acanthus let his words sink in for just a moment.


The Crystal

As the god of Wisdom spoke, so did the Crystal, but only Nylia could hear. You are free to meet our allies at any time Nylia. However, I need you to be calm but cautious right now. Your name shall be cleared of suspicion shortly. You will be seen as someone who will write the wrongs that have been done and then we can move forward with our plan to destroy more of these corrupted beasts.


Acanthus

"So you see my brothers and sisters, someone has been killing our kin." Acanthus pointed towards the shelf. "There is a murderer among us, though possibly not directly so." Acanthus looked towards the shelf. "And whoever is removing our kin from this world must be found and sto-." He stared dumbstruck at the shelves. A book that had been there had just disappeared. He opened the ceiling to view the sky again. A new constellation was rapidly forming. It had the appearance of a closed eye. "Prophecy and Secrets..." Acanthus said slowly. "A brother has just been slain..."

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Nylia

Nylia no longer felt any anger towards Adarani and her tiny pup who spouted useless information. She actually felt pity for the poor thing, his views on free will were so diluted and comical for a being such as himself who was created simply to be a companion, who's personality was hand picked for him and thus all the decisions he would make in the future. Everything was predetermined for the creation, a sad life to live, especially due to the fact he didn't know it himself. But Nylia kept silent, knowing that she already angered the Gods enough, and most of them seemed to take pity on Adarani due to her tears. Nylia could cry to for all she cared, but she wasn't weak, she wasn't one for pity. As for Adarani she did not pity her...instead the weak Goddess was amusing, soon she would die and it could possibly be by her hand, and just like her pitiful pup, she didn't know it yet. She had to restrain herself from outright laughing in front of all the Gods!

But Nylia kept her emotions inside of herself, as the Crystal said, she had to be cautious, and apparently her name was going to be cleared which made things even better! The recent craze that occurred thanks to the miserable Goddess Adarani made Nylia realize her hatred for these Gods was even stronger and more passionate than she originally thought! She always hated the fact that she felt urging feelings of loneliness but these Gods...these Gods deserved to die, they deserved to rest in burning flames with their washed out minds and herd thinking! She wasn't sure where this fury was coming from but it filled the empty void she had been feeling inside of her for so long and she finally felt alive! Their blood would splatter and they'd rest an eternity in the Inferno, rotting in the core of Naelus! Nylia couldn't wait to find her partners in the mad plan, she couldn't wait to light the Gods in their endless hatred together! She lusted for their blood, she needed it!

Nylia snapped out of her vivid daydreaming once Acanthus' boring monotone voice finally stated something important. A God had died...while she was in the Great Hall. That had to do wonders for clearing her name, and as the Goddess of Revenge she had to slip into the role she once held predating the Cataclysm. "...As I thought..." Nylia said solemnly once Acanthus announced what he had. "Then as I'm sure we can all agree whoever is doing this must be put to justice, we must avenge our brethren who have died before us," Nylia said, her words calm but passionate on the matter. "But we can't rush into it like savages, we have to be ordered, narrow down the list of suspects, investigate, and then hold a trial on the matter, I'm sure Mathias can accommodate for us on the legal system as he has in the past, and I'd be more than happy to investigate and persecute who has committed these deeds. We must be efficient and swift before more die, and I can dedicate my time to that as I have in the Inferno," Nylia finished. She found it to be a smart route to make it so she investigates the case, so that she could falsely accuse someone for committing the deed, thus furthering her and her allies. She made sure to put every bit of manipulation and persuasion into what she was saying, the other Gods would feel inclined...no obliged to agree with her.

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Othuma

Othuma nodded as Sithis left his presence, leaving him with a new assistant, Chrysalis. He has already fought beside her and knows her to be an excellent warrior. Dangerous and methodical, she indeed makes an excellent addition with Othuma. Who is now finally understanding that power is the most greatest thing one could obtain. Chrysalis surprisingly came up to Othuma and very provocatively rubbed against his arm. The crystalline features kept decay from bothering her body, nor would Othuma allow it to either. Othuma then laughed a smooth, velvety laugh as Chrysalis flattered him.

"And a most spectacular boon it is, to have one such as yourself by my side." Othuma spoke as he gave a devilish grin. Othuma looked up into the sky to see the constellations and the moon from earlier when they killed Almaran. "Oh look it seems you were quite busy." Othuma chuckled as a new constellation appeared. "I'm sure the others' stomachs are turning at this sight," Othuma pause, "It does give a sense of longing though...I wish I could have been the one to cause more death." Othuma let out a heavy sigh. "Oh well my time though is on the rise, soon I shall spread more death, but not just spread it but cause it." He then laughed mischievously. "Yes, the world is about to become a very interesting place." He grinned as he placed is other hand on Chrysalis's hands. "I'm sure that would satisfy you too?" He asked with a smirk.


Mathias

Mathias sat down next to Adarani, as he watched the events unfold. He kept his arm around her to make sure she did not leave his attention. Still his eyes were on the rest of his kin. He listened to the words of Acanthus and just like before the Cataclysm, it seemed history was repeating itself. It was obvious to him that someone wants them dead. This was the second event they had a string of godly homicides. Just who is targeting them and why? Most likely it's another god but who? He could tell this meeting is upsetting everyone to some degree. Especially to disheveled and measly god near La'Moire. The pathetic looking being spoke frantically and worried that death was coming for them. It wasn't hard to understand his fear, if someone could kill gods, it's already alarming, but at the sheer speed and efficiency? Someone is planning all of this. But who is the Plotter?

Acanthus too was visibly shooken up as well, though not as animated as the scraggly god. He muttered Prophecy and Secrets, he hadn't known what he spoke of, but it sounded like portfolios. Mathias looked up to see another constellation, even during their meeting killings are resuming. Mathias then feared this may have been a waste of time as the killer is still on the loose. Then Nylia made a daring proposition, one that Mathias feels is best. If they are to stop this they must find the killer and detain him. From there Mathias could judge the suspect. Mathias nodded towards Nylia, "If he is brought forth, be sure I will judge him fairly and decisively." Mathias spoke. Then more wisdom came from Nylia as she intelligently deduced as list of suspects, judging from their presence here to those that were absent. Leaving, MĂ©rida, Rodrauge, Torsc, Riomu, and Veltrez. And that may not even be all of them. New life is entering the Middle Realm, Rhaegar is proof of it. What other gods are out there he knows nothing of?

Still it would be best to investigate the others and find a viable suspect. Hopefully Nylia or Rhaegar's judgement will be reasonable when they present their culprit. Even if it isn't, that is why Mathias will be there, to make sure the person in question truly is the killer. Once they leave to find a suspect, Mathias will get to work on setting up hearings. He then looked towards Adarani, he wasn't sure about having her attend. If she wishes to then fine, but he will not ask her to, it will be her decision considering the state she is in. He just doesn't want to put her through anymore pain if he can help it.

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Adarani listened carefully to what everyone was saying on the matter, comforted by Mathias' one-arm embrace. As much as she did not like how neglectful Nylia was when it came to the Amares, the Elder Goddess of Revenge was still a sister to her. At the mention of Torsc, Riomu, and Merida, an idea struck her mind. She waited patiently for her turn to speak, then calmly stated, "I do remember Saulterky and Jeremil flying towards the Citadel to accompany Torsc and Riomu before these disturbing events happened. They only found Torsc after it was all said and done, but you may want to talk to them when or if you find them. I'll even keep you posted on what they find, should I be closer to any of your locations than they are. Mariva, the puppy accompanying Merida, could also be of some help. So far, none of the three have found anything suspicious on their corresponding deities, though something could crop up, later on."

Loyalty spoke from inside the mind. "That will help lessen the lists of suspects, at least. You should proceed carefully, though, Adarani. If Torsc, Riomu, or Merida were involved, then your puppies cannot make it known they are assisting with the investigation. If that happens, it will be that much more difficult."

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It has been three years since Hanryyt and Nala were wed. Their twins, one male and one female, were growing strong and healthy. It would seem as though the war was forgotten for the couple. Well, almost. Many resident within the Republic lost some of their loved ones in that war. A large portion of those people who lost the ones they cared about, Sacriran and Valkyrie alike, developed a burning hatred towards the Betan Kingdom for their heinous war crimes. This section of Sacriran citizens would greatly influence foreign policy within the Republic for years to come. The report on the Klik-kik-t, sent by three Sacrirans who barely made it to safety alive after having to escape both the Klik-kik-t assassins and the Klik=kik-t military, made matters worse.

The western half of the Republic became fed up with the insanity and constant call to arms against the "war lover filth" while it created an army and navy to await the perfect opportunity to strike, whenever that would come. And so, that western half seceded from the Republic and became the Sacriran Federation, announcing they had no wish to be involved in the Republic's wars to come. Naturally, though not realistically, the Republic declared the Federation a "war lover" sympathizer and an arms race initiated. From that arms race came all sorts of magic-powered and magic-ammo weapons and vehicles, from the Supernatural Ironclad (which uses magical energy to power its engines and fire deadly projectiles while providing solid protection against physical projectiles), to the the Magic Beam Rifle and Pistol (the type of beam depending on the kind of magical energy used to load it), and even the Sacriran Katanna (made for considerably swift and clean cuts while acting as a focus for spells). There were plenty other weapons made with efficiency in battle and the lessening of the reliance on metals in mind. The nation which initially sought to remain neutral has become a major force seeking to protect itself from a possible invasion by a constant instigator.

The arms race and propaganda got so out of hand by the third year, Hanryyt had enough and decided to take action. He stood on a pedestal within a rather grassy area of the Republic where mountains were not visible and gave his speech on how it was before the Cataclysm, and why Sacrirans had to go back to the most treasured values and traditions of that time. Among toher things, his speech included such things as "no ill will towards one's attackers" and "Answering a misdeed with a misdeed" bringing more harm than good. Hanryyt went to such lengths as to point out his own mistakes over the years, including the incident where he maliciously harmed soldier at the Divine Isle during his thirst for vengeance. At one point, the meaning of the word "Sacrira" (the name given to the original area the Vitaiim used to live in) was mentioned, that being "Sacred Serenity". There was a point to what he was saying: that Adarani's teachings on peace through peace held true to this day. It was not weapons or combat skills which would bring forth a lasting serenity, but a willingness to let go of such things as hate and malice.

Word of that speech spread throughout the Republic prior to reaching the Federation. The reaction was tremendous. Many Sacrirans and Valkyrie on both sides were moved by Hanryyt's words and rallied under his cause, naming him the first Arch Abbot. Thus, the New Sacriran Order, an international society meant to restore the good name of Adarani's disciples and achieve peace through peace, was born. Word of the movement eventually reached New Sacrira (renamed Betannia by the Queen), where it received an even larger reception. A huge portion of the populace, a whopping 49.9% of the archipelago's Sacrirans, 30% of the Vakyrie, and about 6% of the Amares that settled there, responded with requests to take part in the movement. Hanryyt could barely keep up with the letters while balancing that with his wife and family, though the initial boom subsided after a few months or so, which relieved some of the stress. It was a good thing he had so many people helping him with those letters, since he, Nala, and the twins were always travelling by then.

At last, Hanryyt answered the final letter for the moment with a sigh of relief. "Phew! I was not expecting so much success so soon!" His gaze turned warmly toward Nala and the twins. "I'm beginning to understand how Ruthtaika felt being Grand Abbot of Agriculture before the Old Order, as it is now called, was conquered. She is cheerful, don't get me wrong, but I think she hid her stress a little too much." He knew that this international society's members would have to be constantly moving about so they could help people in need on a worldwide scale. Nala surely approved of the travelling part, she always was enthusiastic about that.

The male twin, Daviko, tilted his head sideways while showing signs of confusion. "How do you think she is back at New Sacrira?"

Hanryyt chuckled at his son's query. "Oh, I believe she is doing just fine."

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Speaking of which, Ruthtaika was officially the Queens' advisor on relations with Sacrirans and Valkyrie. The entire Sacriran populace in New Sacrira trusted her with their lives, meaning it was not that hard for them to voice their concerns to her. As both part of her break and he martial arts training, Ruthtaika used a training noose for self-hanging while being in a meditative pose and humming. She has been alive since before the Cataclysm, and because she has been at the training for so long, she was practicaly numb and highly resistant to most things that would hurt others.

One of the Amare guards within the monastery (which monasteries are now more of a spiritual place than a political area) where that took place noticed her like that, panicking on the inside before shouting out to her, "Pardon me for asking, Miss Davutite, but are you trying to commit suicide!?"

Ruthtaika got off the noose before landing gently on the ground with a smile just as gentle. "I was just strengthening my neck, is all? Sorry to frighten you."

"No problem. By the way, Prince Muto has asked to speak with you, both professionally and on a personal level."

The female Vitaiim let out a small chuckle. "Well, that's sweet of him!" A smirk then entered her features as she noticed Muto behind the guard. "Although, since I am abstinent, I am not letting him enter me, just yet."

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MĂ©rida

The others had left her some time ago, but the departure of Laska seemed to have been felt the hardest. She cared for the child, feeling somewhat protective of the young goddess. She had returned to the sapling she had grown within the heart of this city, the rough and rigid 'civilization' of this place had seemed too confined for her tastes at first, perhaps it was the hard edges of the stone constructs, but despite that she felt reasonably at ease here. Her little touch of nature, the tree now stood nearing double her height, was in part a memorial for a god she almost met and could almost remember feeling a connection to his being that had been stripped away to nothingness before it had existed at all. The feeling gnawed at her, aching inside her like phantom pain spreading throughout her body. It bothered her greatly, at the loss of this almost stranger yet kin, and more so at the architect of such an act. A strong, regal voice shattered her moments reprieve, causing her to look up at the winged figure hovering nearby.

"My Lord wishes for any God to gather with Lord Acanthus to discuss a topic of great importance."

She lent her head to one side as she muttered the name of her ‘brother’ her mind filled with flashes of a colour beyond her ken and sparks of energy as it invoked the true meaning of who he was to her.

"I thank you for informing me. I will make haste to visit my kin. I have not managed to meet many since awakening." She stood, wincing slightly before bowing to the creature and smiling warmly as it flew away.

She turned and lightly stroked the neck of the small puppy that she had been given. "I wonder why he wishes to see me?" she muttered to it, half to herself before a brief flash of pain marred her features. "It would appear that I’ve failed to rest enough, but there may not be time for that just yet." She sighed softly to herself before taking a moment to work out where the mountain in question lay, and began to make her way there. Her body fading slightly as it melted away into a rainbow mix of colours spread across the sky.

Halfway to her destination she felt an echoing voice reverberating throughout her being, and voice spiked by fear and worry, tempered by concern and pale fury. Her flight faltered as she stumbled across the heavens, falling fast for several moments before alighting herself in the air.

“My sister, a time of dire need has come across the middle realm. Gods have been killed. I ask you to join me at the top of Mount Hladr. We must take the punishment for these murders into our own hands. Your brother, Acanthus.”

"More have been killed? More than just Kalimdor?2 she shivered slightly and hugged herself tightly in the sky, her body reforming as the wind blew her hair around her. "What is happening in this world..." she cried softly to herself before setting her jaw and making all speed towards the mountain. Her head tilting slightly as she noticed what appeared to be two giant figures making their way towards the summit, who she assumed must be more like her.

She arrived at the great chamber of this ‘Acanthus’ shortly after the last summons she had received, her thoughts somewhat confused due to many of the other deities of this world being little more than strangers too her for the most part. Though despite this she felt she could trust this one, who from what she could understand was one of, if not, the eldest of their kin. This didn't make her feel anymore comfortable inside the building, the hard stone and tingle of contained energy within making her slightly claustrophobic and crave the wilds once again. She had been away too long and missed her creations and her lands.
Upon arriving at a slightly darkened corner of the chamber her bright eyes took in all those in attendance, many of which she did not know. This in itself was not surprising given that beyond the few she had met there was not many of her kin that she did know. She smiled, her concern ebbing as she laid eyes on the young Laska. She also noticed the presence of Mathias within the hall, and his attendance helped to put her mind more at ease in attending this gathering; after all he had been the one who she had first met upon awakening.

Though before she had been noticed within the halls, or had begun to make her way towards those she knew she caught the final words of whoever had been speaking to this gathering. Her heart stopping as she tried to make sense of the words.
“As for the others who are not here, Torsc, Riomu, Rodrauge, Merida, any other God who is not in the Great Hall at this moment, are all under suspicion of murder, so Rhaegar and I shall keep an eye out for these people as we search, knowing that they could have done it.”

She furrowed her brow and shivered again as she saw the speaker, feeling cold and alone in the hall. She moved forward slowly at first but gaining speed and momentum as she regained control of her emotions. She bowed slightly towards Mathias and Adarani, greeting them with respect as well as smiling towards Laska.

She continued till she stood near the centre of the room for all to see, her eyes lingering and narrowed towards the goddess who had accused her of murder, and bowed curtly to all in attendance. She stern gaze lasted only a moment before she smiled softly up towards Acanthus.

"Greetngs Brother, and to all of you. I apologise for my lateness, but I’m very weary in the aftermath of the attacks made upon this world by the beasts of chaos. But I offer my assistance in seeking those who hunt us and I will do all that I am able in order to aid in this endeavor and find those responsible."

She bowed her head towards the god of magic once more before stepping back slightly to stand near Mathias again, her outward posture still spoke of the suffering of the wild but also of her resolve to help weather this coming storm. While on the inside she believed that she was being targeted for some unseen slight and, fearful for her creations, she turned her focus for a moment towards the darkest parts of her domain, ensuring that her El'Dorun were still protecting the fledgling realm of her young Eldalie.

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As the gods atop the mountain talked amongst themselves, a distant rumbling echo from far below. It was quiet at first, barely more then a few 'thump' 'thump' 'thump's that were unnoticeable or ignorable in favor of the more important conversation.

Then it spontaneously got much louder.

A thundering BOOM roared up from down bellow, and the mountain shook as if some massive object had hit it's base. A second great crash was both heard and felt. Then a third. And then a fourth. Gradually the sounds grew louder, and closer as though whatever force was assaulting the rock face was ascending it's height. Finally a humungous hand made of iron broke free of the cloud cover and clasped the peaks. Quickly, a titanic figure hoisted itself up in full view of the building housing the assembled gods, and was soon followed by another. The second figure reached out and grabbed hold of the halls roof. A great crash of breaking material sounded as the ceiling was torn away. Followed by a booming voice shouting. "Armas! Be careful."

Soon two massive heads peaked over the ruined remains of the ceiling. One of crystal, and one of Iron.

Settling themselves on a point where they could comfortably stand, they waited for the shaking caused by their movements to stop before speaking. Talmas of Iron was first, bowing his head slightly in respect. "Greetings to you, great divines." His voice echoed. "We apologize for both our intrusion and delayed arrival. We are the sons of the stone god, and have come before you on his behalf."

"Now," Cut in Armas. "What is this talk of a murderer you have called us for?"

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Laska

Proceedings were well on their way as Laska snapped out of a daze. She seemed to be losing hours and sometimes even days at random intervals. During such times she could hear whispers and it felt as though her eyes saw many different places at once. However, just like every other time, Laska forgot what she had seen and heard as she came back into consciousness.

Everyone seemed alert and scared as a book vanished from a book shelf. Laska watched confused as gods got up and demanded to find and bring the perpetrator to justice. Laska was about to ask what was happening, but then she noticed the speeches were about murders.

The peace within her snapped as the talk of justice spread throughout the chambers. All the while, Laska could feel her heartbeat booming within her chest. It was getting louder and louder every second as time seemed to slow down. Then she screamed as the roof was lifted from the Hall. Laska grew wings instantly and flew towards the other gods in an effort to be protected and held.


Sithis

The snake left quickly and began on its journey southward. As Sithis slithered, it encountered less and less snow. Soon it entered a grand forest, filled with swamps. The snake followed it’s flicking tongue towards the scent of reptilian mortals.

It was in a small clearing that Sithis found an older looking reptilian creature that was helping a younger one heal its charges. Sithis waited for them to finish before it called out telepathically to the younger mortal. Surely you are meant for greater things than this.


Chrysalis

Chrysalis felt a tingling sensation as Othuma placed his hand on hers. She pressed her body even closer to his as her black hooded clothes became a black shimmering dress. “You’ll find there are many ways to satisfy me Othuma.” The sword said with a wild and seductive grin. Then she looked up into his eyes as a wild impulse came over her. She took his hand and drew her crystal blade. “And you know how we can spread even more death?” She said as she sliced a shimmering hole through the air. “War.”


Acanthus

Acanthus nodded thoughtfully as the Lion and Nylia stepped forward to conduct the search. He was unsure of Nylia’s motivations, but the proud hunter looked as though he would search out the murderer with little to no trouble at all. Another goddess stepped forward and offered her help. Acanthus was pleased. “Of course we shall all offer whatever we can to bring this murderer to justice and I thank you all for your attention and help.” He turned to the two gods who had stepped forward first.

“You two are certainly well qualified for this mission, and I am extremely honored to have you with us in this time of need.“ Acanthus started to say more but was cut off by loud pounding noises. He looked up to see the roof being torn away from the grand hall. Acanthus shielded himself and those nearby from falling debris and looked at the two colossi with interest. “Sons of the Earth itself join us.”

Another goddess chose this time to enter as well and request a private audience with Acanthus. A lesser god, like the panicked child who bore no aura, might have been overwhelmed. Acanthus, however simply held his peace until all was more settled and quiet. He turned to the new goddess. “If you will wait but awhile, you might learn something. Then I will address your questions.” Then he turned to the colossi, “Yes, there have been murders and soon we shall find them. Thank you for responding to my message so quickly, though I wish your father could have been here.”

Acanthus addressed everyone in attendance, “Murders among gods are indeed a matter of great importance and in order to avert any more deaths and a potential crisis, I ask everyone to be on guard. We must all prepare for the worst and we must look to each other for safety and fellowship.” Acanthus bowed to the crowd. “I am happy to serve you in any way I can. For now, however, I must make arrangements for a new home for my mortals and a new base of operations for myself. A mountain, while easily defendable, is also extremely open to potential hostile invaders. “Acanthus waved his hand upwards towards the non-existent ceiling as proof. Acanthus created several rings, each one a simple silver band. “These are communication rings. Simply speak the name of the person you wish to speak with and you will be able to talk to them as clear as if you were standing at their sides. So long as they have a ring as well, of course.”

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God of Cowards, Keys and Rats


The ragged tattered man heard the great ruptures that came from the earth, the only thing that caught the God’s fullest of attention among all this dangerous talk. His broken hands banged against the door he was behind over and over again in a sudden mad fit of panic, his toothless black gums spat out horrid moans behind the great door as he clawed it over and over.

“THE EARTH! THE EARTH IS EATING ITSELF!”

The cowardly mad god mistook so keenly at the arrival of the great creation of the stone god.

“Soon! Soon! Soon there will be no more ground to stand upon once it has finished! And we will all be drowned by the great sea! Take anything you can! Build strong rafts! Prepare for the great drowning!”

The old creature ranted again continuing banging against the great door and screamed on the top of his crusty lungs. The creature leaned against the door still his nostrils blaring at the stale smells around him as a rat crawled out of his nose and slithered downward back into the darkness of the tunnel behind him. He heard the others slowly arrive, he saw them through the smallest of cracks that made the very thick keyhole, his god like perception funneling through such a tight and small opening.

The peeping creature remained as he was in the dark and in the squander of filth as his mad rantings stopped again as the fits left him once more. The moans were left though but they were much fainter this time as he occasionally scratched at the great door some more like some mangy dog. Finally he hollered something else.

“THE ONE!”

He stammered through a faint sounding whine pass the great door.

“She that whispers to the flies with colorful wings! She is innocent of all things! Innocent! I have witness! Witness! Seeing her since the world cradled her back life! Did not kill! So she is removed from all suspicious things!!”

He hollered. As murderers go it was time to drop alibis.




City with No Name


In the ancient ruins the rabble like mob dragged the three Vitaiim and the three Templarim by heavy ropes and even meat hook jammed into their once beautiful wings. Whenever they attempted to fly upward the majority would wrench them back down, the renegade Scaririans continuing to encircle the mob above them like vultures screaming and squawking “SPIES! SPIES! SPIES!” all the way there. A great deal of people were amassed by one of the old fountains worked by the city’s waterworks collecting dirty murky water from damaged systems as it was the only water they could access.

Bromm, the supposed half giant leader of the mob halted the group to get a drink, the ropes were nailed downward by Tagum, a Deverall craftsman of their large band.
“I say we do it here! Slice their dicks and tits off of them so their gods won’t be able to tell what kind of thing it was!” One member of the mob plotted as the Valeish in the scars spoke as he gripped the rusted looking knife in his hand as the proposed tool of the deed.

“No!” Another Valeish objected suddenly slightly nervous under all the stress of what they were doing. “These birdmen are apart of Ardani! She is not a war like being! They are harbingers of peace!”

“And war!” one of the Renegades squawked above. Perching himself upon the ruins he pointed at the trapped former brethren bellow all the heavy ropes and thick nailing hooks. “The great mother has too many enemies! If these birdmen would return to their lands they would told her of this place and she would want to help! All she would succeed in doing is bringing all her wars and all her troubles to us! We do not want them! We should skin them alive!”

A small group of Klik’kik-t that had followed the mob snapped their claws together. “Tongues, Hands and Eyes!” They spoke in unison for a moment, the swarm like mentality “When their gods speak to them in the afterlife they will not be able to tell their tale of the city of no name!” There was a great flare of words exchanged each suggestion more grizzly than the last before the great man in his booming voice finally yelled over the crowd.

“Enough! We will take them to the council! They will decide the fate of these birdmen!” He barked at the majority cringed at the sheer power of the man. Tagum was forced to wrench each nail out as the six prisoners were dragged further about the city, a bloody and gruesome spectacle for the majority of starving, shambling dregs that now overcrowded the crumbling ruins of this lost city.

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Adarani, through her link to Mariva (the winged puppy accompanying Merida) noticed Mathias' uneasiness at the sight of Merida. She did not look in Mathias' direction, yet the Elder Goddess of Love's expression made it obvious she was a little bit angry at what she assummed he was thinking. Then again, it would seem he was making an effort not to think about it, so she was not too angry. Still, with Merida right next to Mathias, Adarani pulled the Elder God of Justice closer to her as a way of making Merida aware that she would not appreciate any advances on Mathias the Goddess of Nature would make.

Mariva, the female winged puppy accompanying the Goddess of Nature, laughed nervously and whispered, "Uh, Aunt Merida... I think mom is a bit jealous. You see, she has had romantic feelings for Mathias for quite some time, so... that explains her behavior, right now."

Angelira, the female winged puppy that travels with Adarani, received the ring for her and placed it on the Elder Goddess of Love's finger due to the fact Adarani was not about to let Merida have a chance at something with the Elder God of Justice. Davidni, the male winged puppy accompanying Mathias, simply shrugged and said to Merida, "Don't worry about it, Miss Merida. Mom does not hold any ill will towards you."

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The six Sacrirans barely had time to react before ropes were upon them. To make matters worse, members of their own kind were hollering at them with the accusation of them being spies. That was downright insulting, considering they should know better than to even consider something like that. the torture was barely enough to handle without blacking out. They were losing blood more rapidly than they would like. It was a great thing Adarani made each Sacriran with such high endurance, especially the Templarim, who could handle worse than what was going on.

All appeared to be lost until all of a sudden, a flash of light surrounded them and their assailants. The six Sacrirans did not even realize what was going on until that light faded to reveal part of the mob knocked unconscious, the others fleeing in a panicked frenzy to their hiding spots. Naturally, the half giant was still standing, yet it would seem he was struggling a little to move. There in front of the mob leader was another winged person, yet less humanoid than the Sacrirans. This individual did not look anything like any of the Sacriran races. The head was that of a bear, the wings were different shades of green, and there was heavy armor instead of the monk or nun uniforms the Sacrirans are accustomed to.

It was not until after a few moments of angry glares that this bizzarre and unfamiliar being spoke in a calm, yet solemn voice. "You were about to make a grave mistake, half-Giant. To harm a Sacriran under false accusations could have meant permenant infertility for you, as it did for fifty Beta Amares who deceived the entire Old Sacriran Order into thinking they were only going for Hanryyt Androscaf na Davutite for his crimes, just to leave the country vulnerable to attack. Such acts of war will never be tolerated by the immortal Intervim, whose deity we leave anonymous. So long as nations fight amongst themselves, as long as mortals call for armies to arm themselves for war, for the duration of time sensless murders are commenced in the name of one's country, we shall be there to put an end to it. Mark my words. No amount of excuses, threats, or other circumstances shall deter us from our task."

The bear-headed Intervim then left immediately, considering the mission to be complete. Using stealth magics while in the sky, he made it back to his barracks to report the results to a female deer-headed Intervim who was his commanding officer. She replied with, "Excellent work, Sergeant Yzaktre. Not only did it save some mortals' lives, but it will also help make the entire Middle Realm aware that the time when war will continue with impunity is over. Your next mission will take place among those Sacriran Republic and the Sacrian Federation. It is predicted the two nations will go to war, soon. When they do, you shall be part of a battalion meant to stand between both sides before even a drop of blood can be shed. You cannot be seen while doing so, unlike back at those ruins."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Meanwhile, the three female Vitaiim were healing themselves and the three male Templarim with them, restoring everyone to their healthy states, though a few of the scars remained on each individual due to being unable to remove them. The Vitaiim woman who first introduced the group to La'moire prayed to the Goddess of Light shortly afterwards with: We're sorry, milady La'moire, but we were ambushed by the residents of the city while we were cleaning it up. Thankfully, a powerful being calling himself an Intervim saved our lives without killing anyone or causing any permenant damage. It is your call, milady: should we stay and continue tidying things up, or should we be on our way?

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Othuma

Othuma retracted his smile has he thought critically on what was spoken. His being lost in thought began to consider long and hard on what war is. A smile then slowly returned to his lips as he began to receive a level of excitement of what the word brought. War, it had the most delightful aura of death around it. He then callously looked towards Chrysalis and grinned. "War...sounds like a fascinating process." "Tell me how does one wage war?" Othuma spoke as he began to summon a most devilish grin.

The cogs in Othuma's mind began to turn. Prospects of an eventful future, one of remembrance, as visions of hordes of warriors began to dance within. He saw strange objects and loads of sharp weapons. All converging on what he assumed to be the world itself. All he could see though was the glorious tide of death that will sweep the Middle Realm. It was almost poetic, but more is required. Othuma then retreating from his previous gaze into space and back to Chrysalis's face. "I think I have an idea, but first, we need some respectable living space." He then grinned as he turned towards further north. "I saw this most beckoning ice face, should provide ample cover from most attacks, and every thing else should be easily defensible." Othuma spoke as he turned. He took Chrysalis by her hand and led her futher north. It wasn't long before they were stopped by a magnificent blue dragon. It was not the same as the ones he resurrected. It was much more youthful in appearance, but no less spectacular. Even though it was much smaller in size and mass compared to the ancient ones. The Dragon bowed its head in respect.

"My Lord." The Dragon spoke in their tongue. "The Brood Father sent me to give him his most deepest gratitude." "He also sends a proposal." Othuma nodded as the young one spoke, "Then lets hear it." Othuma soothingly spoke. "The Brood Father speaks with nothing but gratitude and respect, so much so, that he offers his children to aid you in anything possible." The Dragon spoke. Othuma then gave another wicked grin, "Your Brood Father's proposal is accepted, tell him I look forward to working with him." Othuma spoke with a twinge of excitement. The Dragon then properly bowed its head and then flew off back to the Brood. Which unbeknownst to Othuma, is already in great a standing.

Othuma then looked towards Chrysalis, "I may not be an expert at war, but I am already sure it is in our favor." He boasted. "Come now, we are not finished yet." Othuma then continued to lead her as they entered what appeared to be a complex maze made of high icy cliffs. It was a deep canyon which was amply shielded from the blizzards and flurries. He lead her down the canyon to an area he remembered seeing back in his early days. The came upon a grand opening, a large circular basin. Whose backdrop was covered with the walls of ice ,and in the greatest point of interest a huge, mountainous glacier, one he dubbed, "Mount Void." For its most noticeable lack of any life. "It shall be in the middle of this land that I shall erect my my great monument!" "It shall be my home, and all who shall look upon it will know fear and dread!" "It will be my Palace!" Othuma proclaimed.

He then summoning his mighty power of creation, the ground around the cracked and bend. The world around them shook as something seemed to violently free itself from underneath the permafrost. The woosh! A great ebony tower burst forth from the ground as more followed in line. Soon the ground right underneath them was uplifted as they stood upon an intricate and Gothic balcony, that stretched far from the main towers. Othuma laughed with wicked glee as the marvelous structure rose from underneath them. It stretched up far and high as the land them shifted to accommodate the change of land. Soon a great massive palace now stood menacingly over the lands of ice. The structure was most menacing indeed and the Othuma stared forth from up high this dark palace and saw the need for more. "I think my palace should have accompanying structures don't you think?" He spoke as he rose the palm of his hand in claw like fashion. More dark buildings arose before the great palace, and entire ebony city was made as the Palace loomed over just like Mount Void does over the land.

"It is done!" "I urge you to look down upon my work and see the glory that is a homage to my power!" Othuma then wickedly laugh as Chrysalis should see this.

((The Palace from which they are standing upon))

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((You guys see that little white palace in the foreground? Well switch that out with this!))

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Othuma only grinned with absolute joy at his creation. He then held out his arms outstretched in an encompassing manner as he spoke from deep within his lungs, "Welcome my dear!" "Welcome to the Ebony City!" "Welcome to Stygia!" "The Palace of Death!" Othuma shouted as the crisp cold winds, billowed his dark cloak behind him. The frost itself seemed to quake in fear before the wicked structure. The main palace most certainly was imposing and bode nothing but darkness and death. A point Othuma surely, brilliantly brought to grim life. "I hope this palace suits you," Othuma paused as he lowered his arms and slowly turned around, "It shall be our new home." He then laughed. "I'm sure the inside will suit you as well, and I know of a great place we can start planning this...war." Othuma spoke placing emphasis on the word war. Othuma then patiently waited for Chrysalis's response.


The Valeish

Damias, Forester of the Brotherhood of Ancient Silence, Captain of Hood Squadron

Despite the display of intimidation, a Brother of Ancient Silence, knows to take in everything with respect and discretion. To never show an inch, but display allotted faith. Faith that can be so easily rescinded. The Valeish man then did nod, "My name is Damias, Squad Captain of Hood Squadron." "Here on my right is my lieutenant, Nassandru." Damias spoke as he placed his arm before Nassandru as he nodded. Nassandru was noticeably taller than Damias, and had more muscle on him. Then Damias with his left arm placed in similar fashion before the petite Valeish on his left. "This is Priyah." Damias spoke as the Valeish woman nodded as well. "And to the back is our latest edition, Totheran." Damias spoke as he shifted his right shoulder and pointed to the Valeish man in the back. Totheran then nodded as well.

"As for your comment about bravery, Makilik," Damias spoke as he turned to him in attention and looked up, "We are not the many." Damias spoke as boyish grin slightly spread across his hooded face. "As for who we are, we are Foresters of the Brotherhood of Ancient Silence," Damias then paused, "And we only came to speak." Damias then finished. He had given the Karlibor what he asked for, it was up to him to grant them access.

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MĂ©rida

She tilted her head slightly as the giant creatures that had been making there way towards the meeting arrived, rather abruptly she thought, by removing the domed roof in order to gain entry. Though her interest in them was somewhat disturbed by, well the nature of their meeting firstly but also by the high-pitched howl of terror coming from another within the chamber who appeared to be trying to claw his way to safety. She winced slightly as his shouting echoed around the room but when it faded to little more than a whine she frowned at his words.

Shaking her head she turned back towards the main focus of events, catching a slight change next to her as Adarani clutched Mathias closer, her eyes alight with something approaching hostility. Confused at this odd behaviour and wondering what she had done to offend her sibling she almost didn’t hear when Mariva spoke, her voice tinged with nervous laughter. MĂ©rida turned her head slightly to look at the puppy, smiling softly.

"Uh, Aunt Merida... I think mom is a bit jealous. You see, she has had romantic feelings for Mathias for quite some time, so... that explains her behaviour, right now."

The auburn haired goddess shook her head gently, her smile warming as it dawned on her that her sister was jealous. And of her no less. And believed that she desired him as she did, rather than simply feeling a friendly connection with a kindred member of their family?

She noticed that the small puppy, Angelira was bobbing next to her mother, holding one of the rings that Arcanthus had offered them all as a means of communication. While the idea of having the creature fetch it seemed slightly odd to her it did allow for Adarani to make sure that the slowly increasing distance between her and Mathias remained so.

As they both moved away from the others in the room, Mathias guiding Adarani this time, Davidni shrugged slightly before speaking "Don't worry about it, Miss Merida. Mom does not hold any ill will towards you."

MĂ©rida smiled at the young creature and nodded, though inside she was feeling a little, well perhaps angry toward her sister for presuming to judge her actions thusly. She could just about hear what Mathias asked his love as the others in the hall began to leave, the din created almost drowned out by the cry of happiness from Adarani as she screamed yes at the top of her lungs. Shaking her head slightly she turned towards the puppy that had followed Mathias and whispered softly to him.

"I would like you to congratulate your mother and Mathias on the commencement of their union; and that I have something for them both that may serve as a gift for this occasion."

She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment, her lips moving as she muttered under her breath raising her hands palm up before her as she spoke. After a while she opened her eyes and smiled at the two small, semi-translucent eggs that lay nestled in her palms, one sapphire and one emerald.

"Tell them that these eggs contain a pair yet unborn Ail’oki, called fae dragons in common tongue. One of the young creatures of nature that I wish them to have. I hope they find them loyal companions when they’re born. Mariva can help you deliver them, as I need to deal with a few things."

She bowed to the small puppies before making her way to collect her ring from Acanthus. Her head tilted slightly as she passed the beast-creature in the center of the hall, clearly another god of wild origin such as her. Continuing till she reached her elder brother and accepted the gift, thanking him kindly for the effort. Nodding respectfully to the god of magic she turned and made her way out of the hall and made ready to soar back into the heavens and make her way to the grove of Cragin.

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Jute
The many different forms of the seff-proclaimed goddess of all were scattered. Each one holding sway over only a portion of Jute's abilities. And while each one was a formidable opponent, they all knew at some level that one day they would rejoin and be more powerful than any other god or goddess. However, while they were still separated, a force was moving within one of them. This force of Imbalance was changing the powers that Jute had. Chaos was not an ability or a force to control but anathema to the gods. As created beings, these gods could not co-exist with chaos. It ripped at Jute, as each of her parts rejected Imbalance. For some, like Sithis and Laska, the Imbalance was jutted out with less than a thought. For the Crystal and Chrysalis, however it was a hard-fought battle. The Crystal, as the center of Jute's mind and personality had to focus extremely hard on removing the taint of the chaos. Chrysalis was the part that had absorbed the Imbalance and so it was her that the chaos affected the most.

As Jute purified and cleansed her other forms, Imbalance began to affect Chrysalis.


Chrysalis

"Oh, Othuma this is amazing!" Chrysalis said, observing the fortress that Othuma had made. She walked through the newly made streets with Othuma. "It's a little dark and it could use a woman's touch," She said, waving her arms and making emerald-colored flames appear within the torch sconces. "But it's amazing." She walked with him into the castle. As they entered the throne room, she looked around.

"Only one throne, Othuma dear?" She said, smirking a bit. "That one is fit for a king of gods. Of course..." She said, looking at the dark throne and she made an emerald one next to it, "What is a king without a queen?." She giggled and sat down onto the emerald throne she had just made.

It was then that she started to feel something boiling inside of her. She screamed as pain coursed through every inch of her body. Brilliant orange shafts of light poured out from her eyes and open mouth as scars coursed over the visible parts of her body running down her arms and legs and over her neck. The scars did not reach her face but seemed to thicken and split leaving orange glowing gashes running where the scars had been. Chrysalis' scream pierced the air as she felt her body ripping apart and her power began to wane.

Her portfolios were being changed by Imbalance within her. Conflict became Battle and the energy she had absorbed from Kazus coalesced into Foresight. Power was drained from her even more as she felt herself begin to be ripped apart completely. It was then that the Crystal was able to purge the chaos from Jute's forms all together. Chrysalis was left limp upon the emerald throne she was on. Her body scarred and steaming, her portfolios changed permanently, and her power drained.


The Crystal

While Nylia prepared to go, the Crystal was busy fighting off an infection of sorts. It quickly purged as much as it could but had a much harder time dealing with the source of the problem. As such it was unable to communicate with Nylia and as the infection raged on, it began to glow white hot on her chest. Once the Imbalance was purged from Jute's domains, the Chrystal apologized to Nylia.


Sithis

The Silurians had proven to be split in their ideals. Sithis was able to connect with the younger generation with promises of power and prestige. They only had to leave their own god and worship Sithis. For the younger Silurians who had had no real time to become true worshipers, it was all too easy to leave. They followed the Snake god and it gave them the ability to speak with the snakes of the world. These younger Silurians thanked their master and venerated Sithis by choosing to slither on their bellies. Over time this would prove to change these reptilian mortals. Eventually, this offshoot of the Silurian race would be better known as the Thobaan. This Silurian sub-race of Sithis worshipers would come to be known as the most silent and deadly assassins able to slither up walls and create their own potent venom.

While the gradual micro-evolution of the Thobaan was taking place, Sithis left them in search of more mortals. The snake god tunneled under ground, swam through lakes rivers and even the ocean, and rolled over boiling sands looking for a worthy set of mortals. It was thus that the Snake god came across a group of wandering Di-dorem, it's eye was caught by a group of snake-like mortals among them. It came closer to observe the group and ascertain their worthiness.


Laska and Acanthus

The young goddess watched as all of the others decided on what to do. She was glad that they weren't nearly as afraid as she was. When Acanthus created the rings, she walked up and took one as well. "Thank you Acanthus, sir." She said quietly before turning to leave.

Acanthus stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm not sure we've met. Why don't you stay with me for awhile?"

Laska looked up into the old god's wise eyes and nodded. "Okay. I was really lonely out there anyways."

Then Acanthus approached the goddess who had entered before. "You wish to join me and learn from me? How did you hear about me? From where do you come?"


The Xen'drik

These metallic mortals created by Acanthus and Torsc spent much of their time teaching each other and studying the sciences and the mystical arts. The rest of their time was spent scrying, looking for potential recruits into their race. It was thus that they discovered two Valeish candidates. One was a lord, the other was a reclusive doctor. Two of the Xen'drik prepared themselves to travel to these two mortals. One, a former Korrigan by the name of Rnnyld, and the other a former Iffriti who had her name changed to Ysma upon becoming a Xendrik.

Each one took a single wand of teleportation along with some scrolls and books. They left swiftly with the name of the coordinates of their charges and a wave of their wands. When they appeared outside the domiciles of their charges they each walked up to their door and knocked.

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The Valeish

Secret Meeting

As they shook hands the man then spoke, "Excellent, we shall anxiously wait to hear news of your success." He spoke with a grin underneath his hood as he broke off the handshake. "Time to leave chaps." The Valeish man spoke and then the small group quietly walked out through the back exit. Leaving Abnersa alone and with a mission. Hopefully their plans shall succeed, and the Valeish Culture restored to it's former glory. The group beyond the warehouse was stopped by another group. "So, Lord Malachai...is everything set?" Asked another hooded man. "Just as you predicted Dracule, he came." Malachai spoke. "Good glad we didn't have to take drastic measures." "Let us return hopefully everything will proceed as planned." Spoke Lord Asher as the scheming Valeish disappeared back into the city.


Kolson Wells-Sacriran Tea Shop

Kolson took a sip of his tea as he listened to Marilaiku. "Um no, I haven't even stepped foot near a dojo." "I have heard it is for combat training, correct?" "I am not much for physical confrontation, but I have never been an aggressive person either way." Then Kolson nearly choked on his next sip as he gave a polite cough away from the table. "But that does not mean I do not find it an honorable position." "In fact I am an instructor myself." "I teach at the Academy up the street." "Bellview Academy is the name." He quickly spoke. "So do you often have children in these dojos?" Kolson did ask.



Lord Kelzor Roseum/Doctor Heyfeldt

In Manor Roseum in the Province of Greenhill, did come a servant as he opened the door to the strange metallic being. "Um yes." The servant spoke rather befuddled. "How may I assist you?" He asked rather nervously. Then back in the city of Kelzekia, at 28 Tooley Street, the door opened to reveal Doctor Heyfeldt's assistant, Aliandra. "Hello." She spoke rather undisturbed and unperturbed as she gave a rather unimpressed look at the metallic being. "Are you here to see the doctor?" she asked. Unsure of what this creature wants.


Othuma

Othuma laughed as he gave a large grin. "Of course it's amazing!" "Everything about me is amazing!" "Mwhahahahaha!" Othuma spoke enthusiastically. Othuma watched as Chrysalis added more color to the city. Instead of just blackness emerald flames were added. Othuma preferred the dark, and dreary atmosphere, it reaked of death. But he must admit it gave more color. As they entered the gothic structure of the high palace. Othuma's attention was brought to the throne. "Well of course, I do need a magnificent seat for myself." Othuma pretentiously spoke. Then Chrysalis added a throne for herself. While Othuma secretly longed to be the only seat of power but she made a point.

"King?" "Yes, King." He then grinned. He then noticed her nuances. "Queen...you surely mean so?" "Well I cannot say I disapprove of your tastes." "Of course I'm surprised I was not noticed sooner." "But then again I wasn't the being I am now." "And soon the whole world will know me, they will know my name." Othuma spoke. But before an eventually monologue Chrysalis acted suspicious and then something dreadful happened. Othuma covered his ears as she screamed. He closed his eyes in pain and once Chrysalis stopped her screams of agony, he then did look upon her and saw her broken body on the throne. "Lady Chrysalis!!!" Othuma screamed as he ran by her side. "Speak to me damn you!" "What happened to yourself!?" Othuma shouted as he showed stunned concern. Othuma could not explain what had just happened but whatever it was, it was not good.

Sithis maybe upset that his new assistant is well, harmed. "What did this to you!?" "I demand you answer me!!" Othuma spoke rather frantic. He worried death had visited her. He hated death comes to those he did not want death upon. He is the God of Death! The very force must bend to his will, how dare it act without him!? "Chrysalis do not die you are not allowed to die!!" Othuma's mind was flashed with visions of the bears and Shan. Death, that he did not wish for such to come by. In his anger he transferred power to Chrysalis. "Your time is not now!" "You are to rise from this!" "I am life an death!" Othuma shouted as godly energy caressed her. He was unaware of why he acted so emotionally, perhaps he wasn't completely matured as far as he believed. The dreadful powers of death, it still is elusive even to him. To see death beyond his will, places such rage in to him he doesn't even believe. He did what he could hopefully he spared her death and she will heal, like he did with Shan. Only time will tell.

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The Xen’drik

Rnnyld bowed towards the Valeish who had answered the door. “Greetings to you. I am an emissary from the Xen’drik. I am here to speak with the lord of this domicile. I believe he goes by,” Rnnyld unfurled one of his scrolls, “Lord Kelzor Roseum.”


Ysma nodded enthusiastically and spoke in a metallic pitch. “Ah yes. Doctor Heyfeldt, I believe. I’m here on the orders of Acanthus himself.”


Chrysalis

Death. It loomed closer and closer every second. If her essence was a candle, death closed in like a cold shroud of darkness threatening to douse the flame at any moment. But she refused to let it. She was going to rule the world, she already owned it. It was not hers to die, not yet. But Death persisted, screaming at her, pushing her stronger and stronger.

Finally she snapped. “Othuma! Let go!”

She sat bolt upright. The world around her seemed to almost glow brilliantly. She looked and saw Othuma standing over her. It was him. He was the death that had been looming. He was the one who was trying to kill her. She yelled as she stood and backed away from him, “What are you doing?” Chrysalis drew her sword and pointed it at Othuma. She would kill him before he got her. No one would ever defeat her. No one. “You-“

A flash as she saw Othuma slicing through her neck with his scythe. “And after I tried to save you.” He said with a hint of sadness.

“-You
saved me?” She paused, confused. She sheathed the sword. “I-I’m very grateful.” She raised her hand to her neck. She felt scars, but it was still connected. She looked at Othuma; his scythe was nowhere to be seen. A vision of what might be? She thought to herself. What an interesting ability.